The night was deep.
By the time the last seats of the bus were tidied up and a clean space enough for three people to rest was barely made ready, a good while had already passed.
The drenched Xu Xiangyang took off his jacket and, bare-chested, worked diligently; the girls, also soaked by water guns like drenched chickens, couldn't help him.
Lin Xingjie and Zhu Qingyue took off their clothes, but they hadn't brought any spare clothes to change into, so they could only wrap themselves in blankets to cover up, quietly sitting in the corner, watching the sole boy busy himself.
The expressions on both girls' faces looked quite docile, and they stayed squatting in the corner without speaking throughout. This was mainly because they were only wearing their underwear, and any movement or standing up could result in an accidental reveal.
But in fact, Xu Xiangyang knew very well that this embarrassing situation was entirely expected by one of them.
