Chen Yang turned Yang Xuewei's head to one side, pressed on her abdomen with both hands, and seawater gushed out of her mouth.
After pressing several times and no more water came out, Chen Yang finally stopped.
However, Yang Xuewei was still unconscious.
"Looks like I have no choice but to give artificial respiration. Ms. Yang, it's an emergency, please don't blame me."
Chen Yang apologized, but there was a very eager expression on his face.
He took a breath and held it in his mouth, slowly lowering his head towards Yang Xuewei's lips, feeling their softness and tenderness, almost forgetting that he was performing artificial respiration.
After breathing into Yang Xuewei a few times, she gradually showed a response.
Just as Chen Yang leaned in once again, Yang Xuewei suddenly opened her eyes.
