Chapter 334

Micah's shirt was soaked. As their bodies pressed tightly together, he could feel Sandra's softness.

He refrained from looking down, but a blinding white blur remained within his peripheral vision.

Micah suppressed his body's instinctive reaction and remained silent as he swam toward the pool's edge with Sandra in his arms.

Sandra, on the other hand, deliberately struggled. Her legs also occasionally brushed against places they should not.

Sandra blushed as she felt Micah's robust physique, her heart racing. She wished she could drag him into her room immediately and devour him completely.

Wearing an icy expression, Micah brought Sandra to the pool's edge to let her climb out herself.

However, she sat there and said coyly, "My leg still hurts. I can't walk."

Without saying another word, he lifted her up and placed her on a lounge chair.

Micah even thoughtfully brought Sandra a towel.

She wrapped herself in the towel as Micah crouched down, asking in a low voice, "Which le