"You go back to the office area and rest. The dew in the garden is heavy in the morning, we've got this covered." He Teng patted He Zhilan's head and felt that indeed, her hair was dripping wet. He became more insistent, "Go and wait outside. Your hair is already dripping water. You might get a headache later!"
"Yeah, sister-in-law, why don't you wait for us outside? We are grown men, our hair isn't as long as yours, a wipe and it's dry, but not for you! Early morning dew is damp and chilly, don't harm yourself." Kang Xing chimed in from the side, "If you're here, our deputy commander will be distracted looking after you."
Only then did He Zhilan obediently step outside the garden. What Kang Xing said was not an exaggeration; her hair was indeed wet enough to wring out, all from the morning dew. Touching it, it felt ice cold.
