Lin Wanrong wasn't some rookie. Seeing those massive breasts, he couldn't help but gulp hard. Holy fuck, these are huge—she wrapped them up tight to flatten them out. How the hell did she pull that off? If it were me, no way I'd hide those beauties.
Xiao Qingxuan choked down a few mouthfuls of water. With Lin Wanrong ripping off her chest binder, she was losing it—panicking and thrashing, but she couldn't swim. More water went down her throat, her face turning ghost-white.
Her eyes screamed terror, cheeks puffed out, staring at Lin Wanrong with a pitiful look that could melt stone.
Yeah, this chick was a knockout, but she didn't act the part—chatting fine one minute, then flipping out and turning nasty the next. Lin Wanrong wasn't falling for her poor-little-me routine.
Truth was, since crash-landing in this world, Lin Wanrong had been simmering with frustration. Compared to the polished white-collar guy he used to be, he'd cut loose a lot. Deep down, he had a wild side, and knowing he might be stuck here forever, he quit holding back—did whatever the hell he felt like, no fucks given.
But he had his own rules: never screw over someone in a bind, especially not a hot chick.
With her, he just wanted to mess around a little. Something this gorgeous? He wouldn't let her croak on his watch.
Her eyes were fading, her struggles slowing. Lin Wanrong waved a fist in her face, pulling his meanest scowl.
She squirmed, scared shitless. She got the memo: in the water, Lin Wanrong called the shots.
He shot her a hard look—stay still—then slowly wrapped the binder back around her, covering her up.
Feeling her chest locked down, she eased up a bit, but then felt a lift—Lin Wanrong had ducked under and propped her little ass on his shoulder.
Even underwater, he could feel the smooth heat of it. Too bad it wasn't the time to savor it—he had to get her up top, then slip away below.
This chick was a hot potato he couldn't handle right now—better to bolt.
Xiao Qingxuan didn't catch his drift, thinking he was feeling her up again. She freaked, twisting to fight him off.
Lin Wanrong ignored her wiggling, kicked hard, and shoved her up.
Her head broke the surface, but then a sharp sting hit his shoulder—something cut through, blood pouring out.
Xiao Qingxuan gasped for air, still dazed, when a desperate cry hit her ears: "Miss—"
Her maid, dressed as a guy, was rowing a boat their way, fast as hell.
Lin Wanrong and Xiao Qingxuan had hit the water so quick the maid barely registered it before they were gone. Seeing her mistress and that creep vanish underwater, her heart nearly stopped.
Xiao Qingxuan sucked in a few deep breaths, then realized—they'd drifted over ten meters from shore after all that thrashing.
It clicked. Her face shifted, and she scanned the water, gritting her teeth. "Get out here, now."
The lake stayed still, no reply.
She huffed, face icing over, and shouted, "Lin Wanrong, get your ass out here. Now."
She yelled a few times—nothing. The water didn't even ripple.
A twinge of unease hit her, but she forced it down. "Lin Wanrong, come out. I didn't know you were saving me. Get out here—my arrow's poisoned. You'll die if you don't."
The lake was silent as death, just a few spooked birds flapping off.
Xiao Qingxuan searched the water hard—no sign of that bastard, just faint red streaks spreading out. She bit her lip, quiet, lost in thought.
"Miss, Miss, you okay?" Her maid pulled up, yanked her into the boat, threw a clean robe over her, and asked through tears.
Xiao Qingxuan's wet hair stuck to her, soaked clothes clinging to her killer curves. Even her breasts, barely bound now, stood high and proud. Angel face, devil body—lethal mix.
She bit her red lips and ordered, "Xiu He, send word: get the best divers out here to find Lin—uh, that creep. I don't care how long it takes or how much it costs—find him. Alive or dead, I want him."
Xiu He looked confused—why save this scumbag?—and Xiao Qingxuan's face flickered with something unreadable. Then her fists clenched, rage flaring. "I can't let him off that easy. Find him, and I'll—I'll kill him myself."
After spitting that out, she panted hard, then turned away, staring off blankly, lost again.
Meanwhile, Lin Wanrong swam far underwater, popping up by the reeds now and then for air. He didn't hear a word of Xiao Qingxuan's shouts. Even if he had, no way he'd surface. You kidding? After that shit, I'm gonna let you finish me off?
The pain in his chest was brutal, the arrow in his shoulder digging deep, stinging like a bitch.
This chick's ruthless—good deeds don't pay here, he cursed.
He knew her last jab was pure instinct. She probably thought he was groping her again, so she struck. Proud girls like her—touch their ass, and it's like you robbed their vault.
Fuck, she had a weapon up her sleeve the whole time. She wasn't really trying to kill me earlier, or that thing would've ended me no sweat. Lin Wanrong shivered, feeling lucky.
But why'd she stab me at the end? Was I too handsy, and she snapped? he wondered.
That pissed him off. You little shit, do I look that pervy? I always thought I gave off safe vibes.
His body was going numb. He didn't even know how he dragged himself ashore, collapsing in some hidden bushes, gasping like a fish.
A long gold arrow stuck an inch into his left shoulder. The bleeding had stopped, but the skin around it was black. Even with no medical chops, he knew it was poisoned.
This chick poisoned the arrow? Lin Wanrong fumed. No idea if this shit'll kill me.
More boats were hitting the lake now, loaded with tough guys in tight gear, diving in to hunt for something.
Lin Wanrong knew they were Xiao Qingxuan's crew after him. Didn't peg her for holding a grudge this hard. Should've known—shouldn't have let her go in the water.