The black eyes glanced down, catching sight of soft silver hair, slightly disheveled.
A warm breath swept across the side of his neck as the woman's cool cheek breathed evenly, lying on him as he fell into a deep sleep.
Xia Feng scanned his surroundings.
Above, a dark flow of water moved silently.
At this moment, he and Miss Mu were lying on their backs in a shallow pit at the center of the seabed.
The pit was just large enough for one person. Around it, flowers resembling roses glowed with a cool red light, dispelling the darkness of the seabed.
They also somewhat alleviated Xia Feng's deep-sea phobia.
Above the pit, there was an elliptical white light screen flickering, resisting the frightening pressure of the seabed.
Xia Feng, feeling weak, gently held the slender waist of the silver-haired woman. Just as he frowned and attempted to turn over, his other wrist was suddenly grabbed.
