Wang Hao kicked open the car door and with his other hand, he grabbed Zhao Yuqing, vigorously swimming towards the shore.
By this time, Zhao Yuqing's clothes were already soaked through by the lake water, clinging tightly to her body, perfectly outlining her impressive figure.
Bathed in the setting sun, her fair skin glowed radiantly, semi-transparent and sparking endless imagination.
Wang Hao dragged her onto a clearing and gently patted her delicate face.
"Hey, beauty, wake up, wake up!"
Zhao Yuqing, who was already quite frail, was suddenly shocked by the cold water and fell into a faint state.
Wang Hao glanced westward, the halo of the setting sun was about to disappear on the horizon, and night was about to fall.
He hesitated for a moment, preparing to give Zhao Yuqing artificial respiration.
Zhao Yuqing's lips were slightly blue, thin as cicada wings, and felt a bit icy, just like an ice pop one would eat in summer.
"Pfft!"
