Before she lazily opened her eyes, a familiar and urgent voice came to her ears: "Yanran! Yanran!"
This voice seemed to be shouting from the depths of the soul, earnest and affectionate.
She only felt that her body had been dragged out, and all the pressure on her body suddenly relieved.
Then, his whole wet body was hugged tightly by a pair of strong arms.
She slowly opened her eyes, and there was a face in front of her that she never expected to see here.
Long, fan-like eyelashes, eyes so dazzling that they can compete with the sun.
A tall and handsome nose, sexy thin lips, red with an intoxicating color.
Perfect sculpture-like silhouette.
She stared at it for a long time, then suddenly said in a dreamy voice: "Li Ying, is it really you?"
Looking at the wet woman fished out of the water and looking at him with such cute eyes, it was so cute.
The worry and tension in his heart suddenly disappeared, he pinched her face with his hands and said: "Fool, who are you not me?"
Her skin was smooth and elastic. She used to be disgusted when he did this action, but now she was so obedient that she didn't refuse.
"But," her eyes gradually became clearer, and another question came to her mind: "Aren't you dead? Why are you here?"
His expression was stagnant, and he followed Shan Ruliu: "This is heaven, what you see is my soul, and of course, what I see is your soul."
Yanran's eyes flashed, as if she remembered something, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes and she said: "I can see you, does that mean you are saved?"
When he heard her asking this question, his eyes flashed with great emotion, and he hugged her tighter.
Putting her head on his chest, she leaned in his arms like a well-behaved kitten: "Thank you for walking into the Ganges River for me, and thank you for breaking this blood curse!"