He chuckled.
She glared at him, at the way he laughed, as her arms tightened around her chest.
"You can let your guard down, little beauty." He was sitting casually beside the fire, not quite looking at her, instead concentrated on drying his rain-soaked shirt. It dried quickly, considering that the shirt was real silk. "Take off your wet clothes," He flung the shirt at her. "and put this on instead."
Xia Ling was taken aback by his show of kindness.
"Stop blanking out, unless you enjoy standing half exposed in front of me." He remarked. She could not tell if he was joking or not.
"You're shameless, your entire family…" She snapped. Then her eyes fell on how the firelight illuminated his upper body, and a sudden wave of embarrassment washed over her. She grabbed the shirt and left.
She could hear his pleasant laughter from behind.
