Zhong Lingling was soaked to the skin with a whole bucket of water, the bone-chilling coolness spreading throughout her body.
"Lingling, what are you doing?" Qiao Shali truly hadn't expected Zhong Lingling to suddenly jump out and hug Xiang Yimo.
"Yimo caught a bit of a cold last night, and I was afraid it would get worse!" Zhong Lingling still felt a hint of fear even at this moment.
She didn't dare imagine what the consequences would have been if she had been even a moment later!
But before she could recover, Xiang Aoran, holding a large water spray nozzle, started to run towards the spectator's area, spraying water wildly as he went.
During this time, Zhong Lingling clung to Xiang Yimo, using a coat to protect his legs.
Not only Zhong Lingling, but even Xiang Zongyin and Wang Xueyun were drenched through.
