The boat's speed suddenly increased several times, racing wildly on the sea, splashing a large area of water wherever it went.
Wen Jiaren stood straight, feeling the man's weight almost halfway on her. His solid chest, through two thin layers of fabric, was scorching her back, while her shoulder felt a warm, wet sensation.
Turning her face, she saw a large bloodstain on her swimsuit, fresh blood sliding down her arm from her clothes, dripping onto the deck mixed with seawater.
Wen Jiaren's heart inexplicably tightened, as if a hand was gripping her heart. Her nose felt somewhat sour, her throat seemed blocked, her lips parted but she couldn't utter a single word. This feeling was suffocating.
As the boat's speed increased, Wen Jiaren's waterproof cap was blown off, and the sea breeze lifted her hair, dancing wildly in the air.
