Xiang Liu hugged her waist and pointed at his lips with a smile. He was saying that if you want fresh air, just breathe it yourself.
In the past hundred years, Xiaoyao had left no room for survival and survival, and now she never wanted to die in the sea so easily. Xiaoyao moved closer to Xiang Liu, her lips slowly covered Xiang Liu's lips, sucking the air from his mouth. Finally, Xiaoyao's chest no longer felt like it was exploding.
Xiang Liu stiffened, and his hand around Xiao Yao's waist tightened. The two of them were face to face, Xiang Liu couldn't help but lick Xiao Yao's lips, and slowly floated to the sea with his arms around his waist.
Concept: Xiang Liu and Xiao Yao rush to each other in the extreme pull