Ye Sijue heard Mo Xiaomeng crying out, followed by Mu Xiaoxiao and Han Qiqing's voice crying out at the same time.
"Xiaomeng!"
Thinking that something happened to them, the three boys rushed over.
It turned out that Mo Xiaomeng only fell into the water. It was a valley and the water was very shallow, only up to the ankles. Even if they sat down, they wouldn't be able to drown.
Ye Sijue frowned as he glanced at the clothes Mo Xiaomeng was wearing. They were slowly starting to become see through.
He quickly took off his jacket and put it on her.
Mu Xiaoxiao said, "Xiaomeng, your clothes are all wet. Go to the tent and change your clothes quickly, lest you catch a cold."
It's autumn now, and the wind was cool at night.
When Mu Xiaoxiao's voice faded, Ye Sijue had already bent over and carried Mo Xiaomeng by her waist.
Mo Xiaomeng's face was blushing faintly. "I can walk."