The moonlight was bright.
The surface of the lake was steamy and hazy.
However, Luo Qingzhou could clearly see a pink figure forcefully pulling another figure to the lake.
One was Bai Ling.
The other was naturally Xia Chan.
At this moment, it was already too late for Luo Qingzhou to go ashore.
Fortunately, his clothes were hidden in the bushes in the corner, so they would not know that he was there.
He hurriedly dived to the bottom of the water. He hid beside the rock below and opened his eyes to look at the water's surface.
He hoped that the two girls would leave after bathing for a while and not walk in his direction.
However, the development of the matter seemed to be going against him.
The more he was afraid of something, the more it had to happen.