"There's a restroom over there; go change out of your wet clothes first."
A familiar voice rang above her head.
Luo Xiaoqian lifted her face to see Jiao Yang pulling a hardshell jacket out of his backpack, a look of surprise on her face.
"Jiao Yang?"
"What, doesn't it feel like an angel has descended from heaven?" Jiao Yang teased with an evil grin, shaking out the jacket in his hands.
Luo Xiaoqian pursed her lips, "Did the angel land face-first?"
Jiao Yang was startled, then let out a light chuckle, draping the jacket over her shoulders, he took out a set of sportswear from his bag, "Go ahead and change out of your wet clothes. Although I wouldn't mind taking the opportunity to admire your figure, for the sake of your health, it's better to change. There's a restroom over there."
Luo Xiaoqian lowered her gaze to herself.
