Leveraging his years of sensitivity to danger, Shen Mochen was almost instantly awakened. He looked toward the source of the gaze, it was Han Muxue.
"I'll find a towel to wipe you off," Shen Mochen turned to find a towel and handed it to Cai Yuncui, pretending not to notice Han Muxue's gaze.
Han Muxue slowly lowered her head, her cold stare gradually dissipating. She threw her water gun to the ground and left the creek without looking back.
"Xuexue, why aren't you playing anymore?"
Xia Qingrou hurried after Han Muxue, having noticed something was off.
"Tired," Han Muxue replied indifferently.
Xia Qingrou's expression slowly turned to one of grievance, "Xuexue, have you recently been..."
"I'm a bit tired too," Liu Chaoyan interrupted, walking over and creating a breeze that covered the three of them, blowing away the droplets of water on their bodies.
Xia Qingrou swallowed her words again.
