The lake water was bone-chilling, soaking his Daoist robes and instantly extinguishing the burst of fiery curiosity that had just ignited in Qu Tianya's heart.
He flew out of the lake in a wretched state, hovering mid-air, completely drenched. Water droplets streamed down his livid cheeks and the tips of his hair—a picture of utter embarrassment.
Ying Xuetang still wore her usual blank, adorable expression, acting as though that earth-shattering "splash" had nothing to do with her at all.
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