The two of them had no idea that their invisible intimacy had already fed Father Zhou to the brim.
After a while, Jiang Xia finally stopped hurting. "I'm fine now. Does it hurt?"
Zhou Chenglei lowered his hand and stepped back a little. "No. Are you still fishing?"
"Yes."
Jiang Xia picked up the fishing rod. She no longer dared to be carefree and instead cast it out carefully.
This time, Jiang Xia wasn't sure whether the shrimp had fallen off, so she lifted it to check. Seeing that it was still on the hook, she finally relaxed.
Then she held the fishing rod and quietly waited for a fish to bite.
Zhou Chenglei crouched down again, baited the other fishing rod, and prepared it for her.
Unexpectedly, just as he finished baiting the hook, Jiang Xia excitedly shouted, "Zhou Chenglei, a fish is biting! A fish is biting!"
Zhou Chenglei: "..."
That fast? Father Zhou had heard her too, and the corner of his mouth twitched. "How could a fish bite that quickly? You probably caught some trash, didn't you?"
But Jiang Xia had just felt the fishing line tremble. She tugged on it, and there really was a slight pull. She continued reeling it in, then saw a red shadow in the water struggling violently and swimming toward the depths. The tugging sensation grew stronger and stronger.
"Zhou Chenglei, hurry! It's struggling and swimming away! What if the line snaps and it gets away?"
Father Zhou was astonished. There really is a fish? At this rate, she isn't fishing in the sea—she's fishing in her own pond, is she? Zhou Chenglei reached around from behind Jiang Xia and grasped the fishing rod in her hands. Afraid the fish would break free, he tightened his grip, but did not