Su Jianan just felt that the air around her was getting thinner and thinner.

She was about to be out of breath, but involuntarily tightened her grip on Lu Boyan's waist.

If she was suffocating and dying, then Lu Boyan was her only driftwood.

She suddenly remembered her previous conversation with Lu Boyan.

"Quickly, what else do you like?" She asked, and Lu Boyan answered blandly, "You."

"Well, if I can't think of what to ...