Shen Monan: "How are you? Can you still walk?"
Shen Monan: "Do you need me to carry you...?"
Tu Shan Yaoyao forced a smile. "Senior Brother, don't overdo it. You forcibly circulated your spiritual energy just now, so you're in even worse shape than I am, aren't you?"
Tu Shan Yaoyao's gaze suddenly stopped, then darted away. A suspicious blush spread across her face. "..."
Tu Shan Yaoyao thought: That's strange. Following the direction of his gaze, she looked down...
"..."
Tu Shan Yaoyao covered her chest with one hand. "L-let's keep going. I remember there's an inn not far down the mountain."
After being submerged in the water, your clothes are completely soaked, clinging tightly to your bodies and leaving nothing to the imagination.
Tu Shan Yaoyao is no exception, and neither is Shen Monan.
Stirred by the love flower, both Shen Monan and Tu Shan Yaoyao are already longing for the opposite sex. In this situation, they are even more so...
Tu Shan Yaoyao: "You've got pretty good pecs. Could I touch them...? Ahem, never mind. I didn't say anything."
Shen Monan: "..."
Shen Monan hesitated. "Do you think holding hands might help ease it a little...?"
Tu Shan Yaoyao glared at him. "You want to hold my hand? Are you crazy? What are we, anyway? Mortal enemies!"
A little while later.
Tu Shan Yaoyao called out in a honeyed voice, "Senior Brother~"
Shen Monan was sweating profusely, but kept a cold expression. "Don't come over here."
A little while after that.
Shen Monan: "Junior Sister, your hair looks a little messy. Let me..."
Still annoyed at having been rejected, Tu Shan Yaoyao snapped, "Get the hell away from me."
