Since Mengyao had already said so, Chen Feng naturally couldn't refuse anymore.
He turned around and walked in front of Mengyao, looking down at her as he extended his right hand.
"Turn your head away, no peeking!" Mengyao glared at Chen Feng and said, her face blushing red.
Chen Feng smiled helplessly and had to turn his head to the side, saying, "Is this okay now?"
Seeing this, Mengyao then reached out both hands and grabbed Chen Feng's right hand.
Feeling Mengyao had a firm grip, Chen Feng gently pulled upward and easily lifted Mengyao off the ground.
"Thank you!"
After Mengyao stood up, she softly expressed her thanks and then tried to let go of Chen Feng's right hand to grab the towel not far away.
She wanted to quickly cover herself up because this was truly too embarrassing.
However, Mengyao clearly forgot about the sprain in her ankle.
As soon as she let go of Chen Feng's hand and tried to move, a sharp pain shot through her ankle.
