Zhang Han nodded, and swam up quickly with Zi Yan in his arms, as if he was driving at a high speed, with the wind blowing on his face, but the feeling brought by the sea water was much stronger.

It was cool and refreshing, and soon, the two of them reached the surface of the sea, ten meters away from the front side was the forward yacht, and when they came to the back side, they boarded the boat with a light jump.

"Not even your clothes are wet."