It's raining, and fine strands of rain are falling from the sky.
Even though this is a high terrain that overlooks a bunch of old houses, the lighting is dim, and visibility is still low.
The ground is wet, reflecting the blurry sky light.
"Alright then." Jiang Nian sighed.
The two girls planned to change clothes in the red pavilion, blocking all angles with three umbrellas. Even if you stared, you wouldn't see anything.
Do we really need to turn around for this?
Of course, it might also be because they're afraid Jiang Nian might imagine things.
After all, sensory stimulation involves more than just sight. There's also the sound of rustling, and some directional movements.
Like when taking off clothes, you have to bend over.
The greatest strength of a young boy is, undoubtedly, his unparalleled imagination.
"What are you laughing at?" Yao Beibei asked.
"What?"
