Yan Beihan stared wide-eyed, not understanding what was happening.
Fang Che pressed down on Yan Beihan's head.
Pushed into this empty space.
Before Yan Beihan could get angry, she discovered: Huh, no water?
Exhaling a breath, taking a breath, there was surprisingly pure air here!
Greedily took another two breaths, feeling instantly revived.
Comfortable.
Only then did he release his fingers from that soft spot around the waist.
Fang Che breathed a sigh of relief and continued onward.
He turned to look at Yan Beihan, feeling a bit annoyed.
This little miss twisted me just now, it hurt so much...
Afraid that a large chunk of the waist is bruised.
Let it slide without some punishment is simply unjustifiable.
Must strike!
Thus, sped up again.
Then the water began to...
Slap slap slap... continuously hitting Yan Beihan's butt, with great force.
"..."
