"Ah, stop it... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong..."
The girl's deep-purple hair clung to the sides of her face, and her white dress was soaked through as well, outlining her slender, exquisite, graceful curves.
She was currently hiding behind the boat's canopy with only her little head exposed, waving a small white flag in surrender.
Her lovely eyes rippled with charm, her radiant countenance retained its fragrance; purple tresses draped over her shoulders, fair skin revealed itself; like a lotus rising from water, she smiled with a beauty that could topple a city.
By the boat stood someone like the moon, her snow-white wrists seeming forged from frost.
Luo Chuan revealed a victor's smile and casually tossed the water ball in his hand toward the girl. It struck the girl's forehead with perfect accuracy just as she emerged from cover, drawing a cry of surprise.
A moment later.
Luo Chuan held his waist and sucked in cold breaths, unable to understand why he could still suffer such real damage with his current strength. Was it because of Yao Ziyan's identity as a god? That seemed to be the only possibility.
"Who told you to bully me..." Yao Ziyan muttered softly as she sat beside him, trying to wring the water from her clothes. Seeing the boss baring his teeth in pain, she could not quite bear it. "I wasn't even planning to use that much force... Let me massage it for you."
Luo Chuan gladly accepted Yao Ziyan's suggestion.
He lifted his clothes and took a look. His skin was only a little red, and it did not seem particularly serious.
But even if there was no problem now, there ought to be one.
"Is it here? It doesn't look like anything's wrong. Why is your expression so