The pain in his back was like a sharp knife carving into flesh. Mo Nanjue turned his head away, his fists clenched underwater, and swallowed down the moans in his throat, saying, "I can't stand to watch, it's too ugly."
"..."
"Swim on your own. Don't delude yourself into thinking I'll help you. Even if you're stupid, you need to know how to swim."
"..."
He kept his face turned aside. Tong Ran couldn't see his expression. When she called out to him, he ignored her. Oddly enough, he really stopped paying attention to her and put a considerable distance between them. A few times she tried to approach, but the man coldly pushed her away.
She could only flounder on her own, choking numerous times. Mo Nanjue moved with agile grace, swimming quickly. Tong Ran reached out and slapped the water forcefully, "Mo Nanjue! You clearly know I can't swim..."
When she looked up again, the man had disappeared.
"You..." She scrunched up her face. Had he really just swum away?!
