Yue Linze looked at her with a smile, listening to her spew various creative insults. His expression remained pleasant, finding the female prison guard’s cursing amusing, even the water droplets on her face looked beautiful. Then his gaze fell on her chest wrap, observing how her fair, full figure was tightly restrained, with red marks already forming.
He raised an eyebrow, his Adam’s apple moving, almost jealous of the chest wrap.
As Tao Yu continued cursing, she looked down to see Yue Linze staring at her chest. Her mind went blank, and all reason disappeared.
“Yue Linze! You pervert!” She kicked towards his abdomen, but having been in the water too long and exhausted from chasing Yue Linze, she had no strength left. Moreover, the water resistance made her movement seem like it was in slow motion.
Yue Linze easily caught her foot. Holding her small, plump foot, he was reluctant to let go.
“Let go!” Tao Yu’s eyes were red, clearly angry.
“Don’t make a fuss. You’re tired. I’ll carry you back,” Yue Linze had long noticed her lack of strength. He released her foot and pulled her into his embrace. Underwater, their bodies touched, clearly feeling each other’s temperature different from the cold seawater.
“Go away,” Tao Yu looked at him with icy eyes, not much warmer than the sea.
Yue Linze realized Tao Yu was truly angry. He frowned, feeling a bit panicked. He laughed awkwardly, finally softening, “I was just joking. Surely the female guard isn’t that upset?”
Tao Yu gave him a sidelong glance, expressionlessly pushing away and swimming towards the shore. Now dressed minimally, she moved like a fish, smooth and graceful. Sunlight reflected off her, giving her an almost sacred, untouchable appearance.
Yue Linze’s eyes were pierced by her white skin, the dark corners of his mind screaming to drag her down, to sink together. He suddenly remembered yesterday’s dream, where she looked beautiful crying, begging him to be gentler, her eyes looking at him as if he was her entire world.
Was this his secret desire? Yue Linze smiled self-deprecatingly, denying these emotions. He had long since lost all desires, finding no difference between eating or starving, whether inside or outside prison.
