Lu Mingfei placed her to the side, then sat down next to her.
"I know you're not feeling well right now, and it's normal to want to vent to me, An An. I won't get angry at you."
He would never get angry with her, as long as she was okay.
An An felt a little embarrassed, "Lu Mingfei, I'm sorry..."
Lu Mingfei stretched out his hand, letting her lean on him, "Don't say sorry to me, An An. Rest against me for a while. Your clothes aren't dry yet, I'll dry them for you and then call you to change."
An An wasn't feeling well either; her head felt heavy.
She nodded slightly and leaned against his side.
An An closed her eyes, and just as she was drifting off to sleep, she suddenly jerked awake.
She opened her eyes suddenly and saw her undergarment in Lu Mingfei's hand.
He was holding it, occasionally rotating it over the fire.
An An was stunned. After all, she was just a girl. She snatched it back, her face flushed red.
"Lu Mingfei, you... you..."
