"Nianzhi! Nianzhi! What are you doing?" Yin Shixiong watched their yacht speed toward the other navy blue, shuttle-shaped yacht. They were about to crash into its side. He wore a face of shock as he carried the AMR back to the cockpit and was about to open the door.
Because he was so nervous, it took him a while to open the deadbolted cockpit door. Inside, Gu Nianzhi had her back to him, and her slender body was straight as a rod. With both hands clasped firmly on the rudder, she looked ahead without blinking. The navy blue, shuttle-shaped yacht was approaching! Yin Shixiong closed his eyes, throwing away the AMR from his hands to lunge over to Gu Nianzhi and hold her back just before the two vessels were about to collide. He used himself as a seatbelt to secure her between himself and the instrument cluster.
