Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Ye Sijue heard Mo Xiaong crying out, followed by Mu Xiaoxiao and Han Qiqing’s voice crying out at the sa ti.
“Xiaong!”
Thinking that sothing happened to them, the three boys rushed over.
It turned out that Mo Xiaong only fell into the water. It was a valley and the water was very shallow, only up to the ankles. Even if they sat down, they wouldn’t be able to drown.
Ye Sijue frowned as he glanced at the clothes Mo Xiaong was wearing. They were slowly starting to beco see through.
He quickly took off his jacket and put it on her.
Mu Xiaoxiao said, “Xiaong, your clothes are all wet. Go to the tent and change your clothes quickly, lest you catch a cold.”
It’s autumn now, and the wind was cool at night.
When Mu Xiaoxiao’s voice faded, Ye Sijue had already bent over and carried Mo Xiaong by her waist.
Mo Xiaong’s face was blushing faintly. “I can walk.”
It was only her clothes that were wet. Her legs were fine.
Ye Sijue pretended not to hear as he quickly carried her to the tent.
At this ti, the sun had already set, leaving only a line on the horizon and the sky was almost dark.
Needless to say, the tent was naturally very dark.
Fortunately, they didn’t use that type of small tent but the more high-quality tents. They were divided into two areas, just like the living room and the bedroom.
Mo Xiaong stood in the outer area and pushed Ye Sijue’s arm, saying, “You go out then. I have to change clothes.”
Ye Sijue said nothing as he pulled a towel out of the luggage and wiped her dry.
Her hair was also a bit wet.
Just as he was thinking whether he should find a hairdryer, Mo Xiaong pushed him again, this ti saying forcibly, “Go out!”
“Okay.” He replied softly, stuffed the towel into her hand, and then turned and walked out.
Mo Xiaong heaved a sigh of relief, and went to the luggage to find her clothes.
Outside, Ye Sijue stood at the door of the tent waiting.
He subconsciously looked back and his eyes squinted.
Because the sky was dark, and there was light from inside the tent, it projected her pretty figure onto the tent.
He could clearly see that she had found the clothes, her hands crossed at her chest as she was preparing to undress…
“Ahem.” Soone coughed beside him.
Ye Sijue glared at Song Shijun.
Yin Shaojie had already taken Mu Xiaoxiao to sowhere else, and they were not in the vicinity.
Song Shijun held up the mini hairdryer, his eyes not even daring to look at the tent as he said awkwardly, “Qiqing told to bring this…”
“Turn your head away.” Ye Sijue ordered, taking it from him and he quickly turned and entered the tent.
The next second, Mo Xiaong cried out in surprise and then the lights went out.
Noticing that the lights were turned off, Song Shijun turned his head and watched the tent with great interest, his ears pricked up, wanting to eavesdrop.
Suddenly, a hand pinched his ear.
“Aren’t you shaful!” Han Qiqing howled at him.
Song Shijun quickly surrendered and said, “I’m shaful! I’m shaful!”
“Go!” Han Qiqing took him away.
anwhile.
The tent was pitch-black inside. Mo Xiaong had just taken off her shirt. Just as she was checking to see if her bra was wet and whether she should change it, Ye Sijue barged in unexpectedly and then the lights went out.
She shyly held her hands in front of her, not knowing where Ye Sijue was.
What she was oblivious to was that in the darkness, there was a pair of scorching eyes staring at her.
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