Huanhuan felt a chill on her neck. She thought it was seaweed and reached out to touch it, but she only felt cold water.
Perhaps it was her imagination just now.
Huanhuan didn't mind and continued to wipe her body.
At that moment, the strange feeling appeared again.
Something cold wrapped around her waist from underwater.
Huanhuan reached out and touched something cold and soft. When she got up to take a look, she saw that it was a black vine.
The vines were fished out of the water. The fine velvet-like surface was wet, and water droplets fell off it.
Huanhuan's eyes widened as she looked at the vines in surprise.
"Xing Chen?"
The vines took the opportunity to wrap around her wrist and climb up her arm until they were around her neck again.
They liked her neck. It was thin, warm, and fragile.
It was as if they could take her life for themselves with just a little force.
Huanhuan's scalp went numb from this.
