"It's too late." Under Ji Rou's gaze, Qin Yinze simply took off the swimming trunks, the only shelter on his body, turned over, swam to the edge of the pool and landed.

"You..." Jirou still held his black swimming trunks in her hand, but she still couldn't get rid of the nightmare of being flooded.

How could she have thought that Qin Yinze, that bastard man, would take off his pants and swim naked to the edge of the pool... and landed on the shore.