"Sorry for making you worry."
With water dripping from his sleeve, Chu Xinian lowered his eyes and glanced at the petite woman in his arms. His dark eyes were indulgent and gentle. "Tell me, is there anywhere you're uncomfortable?"
Qin Yiren gently shook her head, took a tissue out of her pocket, and wiped his still-dripping hair.
She looked back at him with eyes still dazed from fright, yet tears mingled with a smile, as she affectionately said, "Let's go back quickly, we'll catch a cold if we stay like this."
The yacht here is only used to carry people between the dock and the shore, with the cabin designed as a mixture of reception and entertainment room, lacking spare clothes and a shower.
Chu Xinian nodded slightly, sat in the driver's seat, and pulled Qin Yiren to sit next to him.
Intending to divert her attention, he earnestly taught her how to operate the yacht, patiently and gently guiding her hand over the complex buttons.
