"I don't like other people touching me!"
His voice rang in her ear.
"Then I'm also someone else, I shouldn't touch you either. Hurry and change or you'll catch a cold," she said.
Why was this man so obstinate? Was wearing wet clothes so enjoyable that he wasn't afraid of catching a cold?
"You're different," came the deep voice again, startling Qin Qin. She looked up at Mo Yunchen and found herself lost in his obsidian-like, deep and boundless phoenix eyes.
"Nonsense, change if you want or don't," Qin Qin turned her head away, not wanting to look at Mo Yunchen. His body was his own, not hers. Why should she have to help him change?
There was a long silence behind her, and Qin Qin felt a surge of frustration. She was anxious at the thought of him jumping into the water to save someone because of her, and in this weather, even if he was made of iron, he couldn't endure wearing wet clothes for much longer.
"Close your eyes." She turned her head and glared at Mo Yunchen.
