Owen brought him to the water and rubbed the dirt off Milan’s legs, butt, and back. “I don’t think we will have any problems as long as you stick close to me.”
After cleaning the bride’s supposed immaculate body, the two men dove deep hand in hand. Milan swam like a fish, quickly descending into the lake’s depths. When he started feeling the loss of oxygen, he suddenly felt how water wrapped around his head. A smile bloomed on his lips, and he swam deeper just to take a good look at the pretty things that lit up at the bottom of the lake.
“…uhm, what are those?” Upon a closer look, Milan realized that the pretty things were like two formation circles that were overlapping each other at only the edges. “Shucks, am I not supposed to disturb these? They look scary…”
