The Wet Mermaid: Xiaomi, Don't Even Think About Escaping!

He caught a glimpse of the rippled water pool out of the corner of his eye, and blinked in confusion. Was there anything moving here just now? Judging from the extent of the ripples, it seems to be a big guy. But she didn't hear any noise just now. She frowned and stared for a few seconds. She suddenly felt relieved when she thought of the fish she ate yesterday. With a knowing smile, maybe a big fish just surfaced for a breath of air. No longer suspicious, I held the vegetables in my hand and walked down the edge of the pool. When she was halfway down, a man with wet black hair quietly emerged from the puddle behind her. He stretched out his pale, sharp-jointed hands, and his sharp long black nails instantly cut off a small strand of slightly curly hair on the back of Wen Xiaomi's head. Catching the hair as it fell, it was so fast that it directly brought up a strong wind. Wen Xiaomi, who had a slight feeling, touched the back, and his outstretched hand almost touched the big hand behind. He touched the back of his head and breathed a sigh of relief when he found nothing. I just felt a chill on the back of my head, and there seemed to be some movement. I thought something was crawling on my head! Then I thought of the white cool air on the surface of the cold pool, and felt relieved again. He secretly cursed himself for really making a fuss and scaring himself. She went down with her skirt in hand. She couldn't forget to pick up her clothes today. She didn't want to make a second trip.