"You know I'm holding you, yet you still won't let go?"
Zhongli Ting raised a hand to pull at her wrist. "Stop making trouble, your clothes will get damp in a moment."
Ruhuahua hugged him even tighter. The cloak he had just draped over her shoulders slid to the floor. Dressed in nothing but a thin layer of clothing, her soft body felt like a small furnace pressed against him, as if she were trying to warm him up.
Chapter 31