He was completely soaked within minutes. He didn't lower the camera once.
"Your camera is getting wet," Liuxian said, water running freely down his face.
"It's waterproof," Guiying said.
"Is it?"
"I checked before I bought it," Guiying said, still shooting. "I'm not an amateur."
When the boat docked they handed back their ponchos. Guiying looked at the state of Liuxian, soaked through, white shirt clinging to him, hair wet and pushed back from his face, and lifted his camera.
Liuxian looked at him. "Really."
"You look good actually," Guiying said, examining the screen. "Annoyingly good."
Liuxian took the camera from him and turned it toward Guiying. His hair was wet and curling slightly at the ends, his cheeks flushed from the cold mist, grinning in the open unguarded way he rarely let himself.
"Give that back," Guiying said.
"After I save it," Liuxian said.
