Quan Jingwu's shorts and short sleeves were also all soaked through; he was holding Jian Qing's shoes in one hand and a bucket in the other, which contained multicolored shells.
"Xiaojing, this one is pretty too." Jian Qing held up the rinsed shell, her eyes curvy with a smile as she looked at the person beside her.
Quan Jingwu's gaze lingered on her affectionately as he reached out to take the shell and put it in the bucket, "Good girl, it's time to go back for dinner."
"Then can we come out again after dinner, please? I heard there's an event tonight, let's go see it?" Jian Qing grabbed his hand and shook it, blinking at him, "Just for a little while."
Facing her coquetry, Quan Jingwu had always had no choice but to surrender.
He pursed his lips and made a noise of agreement. Jian Qing beamed a smile, then circled around to his back and jumped onto it, "Hubby, I can't walk anymore."
