As Mu Yichen carried Liu Duoduo out of the water, she clung to him, still laughing softly. The cool breeze sent a pleasant shiver down her spine as they stepped onto the sand, their wet clothes clinging to their skin.
"Alright, alright, put me down," she finally said, though she didn't really mean it.
Mu Yichen smirked but complied, setting her gently on her feet. "Cold?"
"A little," she admitted.
Without another word, he slipped off his jacket—miraculously dry since he had left it on the shore—and draped it over her shoulders. The warmth of his body still lingered in the fabric.
Liu Duoduo smiled. "Thank you."
He brushed his fingers against her damp cheek. "Let's go back before you catch a cold."
