"Gurgle—gurgle—" Chen Zhi couldn't help but open her mouth to breathe, but she was harshly choked once again.
She couldn't take it any longer; she was about to suffocate. She wanted to get to shore, to breathe!
Let go of me, let go of me!!!
She increased her struggling, her face full of anger and pain.
Meeting Si Ye's despicable smile, she furiously tried to bang her head against his.
The man easily dodged, she tried again, and he still avoided her effortlessly.
After several tries, she hadn't hit Si Ye, but she herself was dizzy and saw stars.
She really couldn't do it anymore.
Chen Zhi's vision turned dark, she clenched her teeth tightly, and closed her eyes in agony. Being with Si Ye, she had already experienced two brushes with death.
In her whole life, she had never hated anyone.
Si Ye was the first person she had ever hated.
