Li Jiyu fell into the water, and his brain consciousness was submerged by the cold lake water.
The survival instinct made him keep struggling in the water, his arms slapping randomly against the lake water around him, his whole body was cold, and the lake water that kept drowning in his mouth made him feel the coldness of death blooming.
It took a lot of effort to surface. There were several broken pieces of driftwood on the lake not far away. I exhausted all my strength and got close to a moss-covered driftwood, but I couldn't catch it! Can't catch it.
All that came to mind was Leng Xu holding a gun viciously, with the cold barrel of the gun pressed against his head.
I can't catch it, and even now I can't catch it, and I can't hold on to the last piece of driftwood around me.
Finally, he stopped struggling and the water flooded his head. Slowly, slowly, along with the sinking body, the consciousness was immersed in the cold.
Intent: Deep love and sadomasochism