"Yan Xiaofei..."
Yan Fei had just carried Xu Xiaoyan across the river. The two of them gathered some grass, twigs, and leaves from the riverbank and made a large straw hat. The young girl put it on her head and leaned on his back, protecting both of them from the sun.
The sun was getting fiercer. Without some sort of cover, they simply couldn't bear it.
As he was carrying the girl, he heard her calling him softly from behind. Yan Fei responded, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing, can't I just call you?" The young girl replied with a chuckle.
"Yan Xiaofei..."
After a while, she called out again. Yan Fei got clever and didn't respond this time.
"Why don't you answer me?" The girl plucked a leaf from the hat and waved it in front of his face.
"Don't block my view! Why are you calling me? Is there anything or not?" Yan Fei answered helplessly.
