"You... have you no shame!"
"Why would I need so much face?" Zhan Nanjue responded, "this one is just fine, I don't want to change it."
"..." Is this really the time for joking!?
Zhan Nanjue casually grabbed the short-sleeved shirt from beside Gong Shirao and put it on.
"Why are you all wet?!" Gong Shirao asked.
"Why are you wet? You don't know?"
"...Pervert!"
"How am I a pervert?" Zhan Nanjue was speechless. "It's not like I took off your clothes!"
"You..."
Gong Shirao was about to smack him.
Zhan Nanjue hurriedly said, "You had a fever and couldn't find a towel, so I used my clothes as a towel to cool you down. Is that a problem?"
"..." Gong Shirao's hand froze, "Fever?"
Was she really having a fever?
No wonder she felt so muddled.
So she wrongly accused him?
She quickly inspected her clothes and found that they were indeed properly worn...
"Sorry... I..."
"What's wrong with you?" Zhan Nanjue asked.
