"It seems not only did water get into your lungs, but it also got into your brain," Gu Zhihan retorted irritably, but upon seeing the young girl looking as pitiful as a drenched chicken, his heart softened and he bent down to pick her up from the ground, "Forget it, I won't be mad at you anymore, I'll take you home to bathe and change out of these wet clothes."
His voice had lost its earlier irritability, leaving only soothing warmth and a full sense of security.
"Mmm!" Mengmeng clung tightly to his collar, her small head nestled in his embrace.
Although his own clothes were completely drenched, carrying the fishy smell of river water, at that moment, Mengmeng felt his chest was wonderfully fragrant and warm, just like blankets in her home that had just been warmed by the sun.
Gu Zhihan glanced down at her briefly before quickly striding into the house with long steps.
"Wait... wait for me!"
The young uncle hastily followed with a guilty conscience.