Jia Xuan absolutely did not want to just follow Gong Lingtuo back home like that. Once at home, he would certainly not engage in those intimate things with her, because it was a place where he fondly remembered his departed relatives, and the atmosphere was quite heavy.
She wanted to keep him here.
So, she shook her head coyly, "I don't want to go home. I just want to use the stream here to wash."
Gong Lingtuo looked at her helplessly, "The water here is cold."
Jia Xuan pouted stubbornly, "I'm not afraid."
Gong Lingtuo tried persuading her for a long time, but he couldn't win against the stubborn girl, so he could only go along with her.
He led her to a better spot, where the stream formed a small pond, and beside the pond stood a flourishing hibiscus.
He padded the area around the pond with soft grass and vines, then said to her, "Alright, wash here. I'll wait for you over there. Call me if you need anything."
