Chapter 511

His eyes were closed and his face was pale. His thin lips did not have a trace of blood, looking like he was asleep.

She knew that he had fainted from suffocation. Thinking of how he became like this to save her, she felt her heart tremble and she could not control herself.

Holding his head, she quickly swam to the shore. Once she reached the shore, she immediately began to save him.

She had learned basic first aid techniques, so she knew that Mo Chuan would be fine. Sure enough, after a few compressions, he began to react. He spat out the water in his stomach and forcefully coughed a few times before slowly opening his eyes.

When those clear eyes opened, she let out a low cry. Her eyes turned red and she threw herself into his embrace, tightly hugging him.

"Mo Chuan, you ….." She wanted to say something, but her throat was choked and tears began to fall.

She was truly afraid, extremely afraid. She was afraid that she would never find him again, afraid that he would never open his eyes again.

Mo Chuan slowly raised his hand and hugged her. He hugged her tighter and tighter, so tight that she couldn't breathe.

Her entire body was drenched and cold like ice. He was the same, but his body was warm, and it was getting hotter and hotter, especially his chest. It was like a ball of fire was burning, and it warmed her body up. She was no longer shivering.

He was in a daze for a while, feeling like he was dreaming.

But a dream would not be this real.

He could clearly feel her hot tears wetting his clothes and flowing to his chest. Her body was very soft, but it was gently trembling in his embrace. He raised his hand and touched her wet black hair, her face that was covered in tears and river water, and her small and smooth chin.

"Ning 'er, it's a good thing you're fine."

He only said these words in a low voice. Then he took her face in his hands and kissed her lightly on the lips.

Her lips were cool and soft, stained with the tears that flowed down her cheeks. The tip of his tongue tasted that faint saltiness, and his chest was filled with emotions, almost boiling.

At the bottom of the pitch-black river, he really thought that he was going to lose her, lose her forever.

He already did not want to live in despair.

Luckily ….. she was fine!

She was in his embrace and he was tightly hugging her, gently kissing her. This was not a dream!

She closed her eyes, and for a moment, she almost lost consciousness. Then the warmth on her lips woke her up. She vaguely remembered that when she was drunk, they had been intimate like this before.

The familiar warmth was like a wave that filled her heart, turning her into a warm pool of water.

The spring grass grew on the riverbank, covering the two figures. In the darkness, only their rapid breathing and heartbeats could be heard.

Their clothes were soaked, but their bodies were becoming hotter and hotter.

His lips became scorching hot and he gradually lost control of himself. His fiery hands touched her slender and soft neck and slowly moved under her drenched collar, touching her round and soft shoulders. Her skin was as cool and smooth as jade, making him linger.

His breathing became even more chaotic and his forehead was covered in sweat as his heart beat even faster.

"No!" I'll stop! "It took a lot of effort for him to move his lips away from hers. He propped himself up and gasped for air.