Jiang Nanzhou directly dropped the cuttlefish in his hand and the hairtail in the landing net into the small bucket An Lichu was holding, then bent down to cup some seawater and wash his face. An Lichu was used to this rough-and-ready side of Jiang Nanzhou by now, though she genuinely could not understand why a man who was so unpolished normally had such good skin.
He looked nothing like a fisherman at all, and there were times when An Lichu felt quite envious of his complexion.
After washing his face, Jiang Nanzhou leaned in close to An Lichu and asked, "Is my face still dark?"
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