Li Qiyu plunged into the sea, and her parachute bloomed like a flower, billowing on the surface of the water.
She swam out, shook her head, and her eyes sparkled as if stars danced in them.
She loved the taste of the sun and the sea!
Watching the Young Master fall into the water, the bodyguards also jumped with their parachutes, and the sky looked as if it were bursting with colorful giant balloons—so romantic!
Not far from her, another parachute descended, and Bo Yeyuan swam fiercely toward her with blood-red eyes.
Li Qiyu lifted her wristwatch, the timing was just about right, with hardly any deviation from her estimate.
A white yacht, using the GPS coordinates she had sent, was cutting through the waves and heading her way.
Bo Yeyuan was truly a swimming champ, chasing after her as if his life depended on it.
He was about to catch her—
Li Qiyu, dripping wet, climbed onto the yacht, her fair feet dangling over the edge, and were grasped by a big hand.
