He Xizhou released his hands, his expression cold and firm.
He dived into the pool and swam towards Shen Wanxing, lifting her out of the water.
"Cough cough..."
Shen Wanxing clung to him like an octopus, her head resting on his shoulder.
He Xizhou carried her to the shore and laid her on a lounge chair.
Her eyes were tightly closed, her face pale.
"Uncle, my calf hurts, it's cramping." She said pitifully, "Cough cough..."
Initially, she hadn't prepared before being thrown into the water by He Xizhou, so cramping was quite normal.
"Where?"
"Right leg."
He Xizhou stretched out his hand, his fingertips were cool from the night's cold water. He massaged her calf, his technique precise.
From Shen Wanxing's perspective, she could only see his profile, his jawline sharply defined.
It is said that men with thin lips are cold-hearted, but Uncle Fu said he's been harboring a woman in his heart for a long time, even if she's gone, he still thinks about her.
