Before she could react, he fiercely kissed her lips, gulping air into her mouth. Qiao Mo's consciousness finally cleared up a bit, greedily sucking on his lips like a starving child.
It was only after she had enough air that Qiao Mo came to her senses.
Looking at the man beside her, she felt a little lost.
She gently moved away from his lips, without making a sound.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and started swimming upward, Fu Nancheng's expression still extremely grim.
A dozen seconds later, Qiao Mo again felt the lack of oxygen. When she was careless for a moment, a few mouthfuls of salty seawater poured in.
Fu Nancheng stopped, his large hand holding the back of her head, and once again kissed her fiercely.
Qiao Mo instinctively reached out to hold his waist, sucking in the air, but did not dare to meet his icy gaze.
After repeating this a few times, he finally swam with her to the shore.
