As the water calmed around them, Xia Shenyi slowly pulled away, and her gaze lingered on Zhao Tian's face.
The moonlight reflected off the water droplets clinging to his bare skin, highlighting the sharp contours of his body.
She reached for his hand, giving it a small tug. "Come," she said softly.
"Let's get out."
Zhao Tian hesitated for a moment before nodding.
He followed her as they stepped onto the smooth stone near the edge of the lake.
The cold night air brushed against their damp skin.
She turned toward him and water dripped from the ends of her hair as she reached for a soft towel nearby.
Without a word, she began drying his chest, moving gently, as if handling something fragile.
Zhao Tian simply stood there, allowing her to take care of him.
He watched her movements... the way her fingers lingered over his scars, tracing them absentmindedly.
Once she was satisfied, Xia Shenyi moved to grab his robes.
