Fu Qinglun held onto her delicate shoulder with his large palms, grinding his teeth together while he shouted hoarsely at her, "Lin Shiyu, are you crazy?! What if you suffocate to death in the water?"
Recalling the image of Lin Shiyu with her entire body in the cold water, he felt like he couldn't breathe and gasped for air.
If he didn't barge into the bathroom, would she continue staying in the water?
What if she suffocated to death?
Lin Shiyu got out of the water, stretching out her hands to wipe away the water droplets on her beautiful face. Her silken hair was wet and scattered all over her shoulders, the tiny water droplets glistening down over her smooth skin. She was like an alluring siren that went underwater, specializing in taking the souls of men and leaving them with nothing but an empty shell.
