Dong Huiying sauntered back to the riverbank, where she sneakily glanced back at Liang Haoming and saw him with a chicken wing in hand, looking utterly distracted.
Her clear, bright eyes sparkled, suddenly spinning round before she dashed toward the river, deliberately choosing a hidden spot.
"I sweated so much from climbing the mountain today, I'm almost covered in filth." She quickly stripped off her clothes and stepped into the water, secretly relieved that the wounds on her body had already scabbed over; otherwise, she feared she wouldn't be able to enter the water.
She scrubbed her body vigorously, the sound of water splashing loudly.
Unbeknownst to her, focused on her bathing, there was a pair of triangle-shaped eyes secretly peeping from the shadows. Zhu Xingfang, carrying a wooden stick she had picked up on the road, crept quietly closer.
However, just as she was about to make her move...
Dong Huiying had already climbed back onto the bank and put her clothes back on.
