The night was cool, and the two had just emerged from the chilly depths of the lake, their bodies chilled to the bone.
Jiang Li stood at the stern, and soon after, she shivered from the cold.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Lang hurriedly stood upwind of her, blocking the wind, then said with concern,
"Let's head back first, it's cold outside, don't catch a cold, we can talk about the rest tomorrow."
As he spoke, he made a move to wrap his arm around her shoulder, intending to escort her all the way and then have a good sleep together once back.
However, a sudden rebuke came through—
"What are you doing?!"
Zhao Lang jumped, and his hand, still not lowered, quickly retracted.
Looking at the person who emerged from the cabin, staggering, Jiang Li frowned, "Jiang Yan, why haven't you gone to bed yet?"
Jiang Yan said with a dark face, "That's what I want to ask you, why are you out meeting this boy in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"
