Fingers are firmly fastened on the edge of the pool. When the body is approaching slowly, the palms of both hands are all scratched on the ground to get up.

But before Jiang Xiaoyu's shoulder came out of the water, her hand was re-opened and pushed back.

Once again, the feeling of being flooded swept through her whole body. Unexpectedly, Mu Qinglian, a woman, was not saying anything. It seemed that she intended to let Jiang Xiaoyu spend all her energy in the water, struggle hard and even arouse the desire to survive to beg for mercy from her.

Jiang Xiaoyu is fluttering in the water with her unskilled swimming...