Xia Qingyi came back with her entire body drenched, her hair wet from the waves and sticking to her face. She had taken off the shirt he had made her wear in the morning, and was casually carrying it in her hands, only wearing a dripping wet strap dress, which outlined her exquisite figure.
Mo Han's face blackened again. Xia Qingyi was still smiling happily as she walked towards him, oblivious to what was happening, trying to catch her breath as she sat down, and then lay down on the cloth with a thud.
"How comfortable." Xia Qingyi was so tired that she was panting, her chest heaving.
Mo Han glanced at her again, turned his face away, and forcefully threw a jacket near him at her.
"What?" Xia Qingyi's face was hit.
"What did I tell you?"
"What did you say?" Xia Qingyi raised her head to look at Mo Han. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses and had a poker face on.
"I told you to wear that shirt, are you pretending that you didn't hear it?"
