Mu Qiu laughed loudly while wiping off the water.
Cheng Zhirang patted her on the head, "Wipe properly. Aren't you cold?"
"With the sun shining like this, I'm not cold."
"Your hand, let me see," he grabbed her hand and lifted it up for a glance, pinching her fingertip, "They're a bit wrinkled."
"Hey, hey, hey, people are still here, why so intimate?"
Guan Yu squeezed between the two, complaining softly, "Aren't you letting any dogs live? Showing off so openly this time."
Mu Qiu's ears turned a bit warm, she coughed, and pulled her hand back from Cheng Zhirang's grasp, continuing to wipe off the water on her own.
Cheng Zhirang, perhaps because he's a few years older, has thicker skin and didn't mind at all, even taking another towel from the staff and handing it to Guan Yu.
"You might want to go drink some lightly salted water and cover yourself up."
Guan Yu's earlier teasing turned into being touched, "Whoo, whoo, whoo, Brother Cheng, you're so kind."
