However... the man before her might be even sillier.
It was just a two-meter-deep swimming pool, nothing to her, but Zhan Qipei had just jumped in and became a drenched chicken alongside her.
Qiao Jing lifted her gaze toward Zhan Qipei, whose wet bangs clung softly to his forehead, and his brows and eyes were misted with a layer of water.
The water droplets fell along his jawline to his collarbone, where his wet white shirt vaguely revealed his tight chest.
After seeing this, she silently withdrew her gaze.
Su Manhan and Zhan Nanqing rushed to their side and helped pull Qiao Jing out.
Upon seeing the scene, the waitstaff immediately brought over dry towels.
Su Manhan took a towel from the waitstaff and hurriedly draped it over Qiao Jing.
"How did you suddenly end up in the pool? What happened?"
Qiao Jing's cool gaze deepened, a chill tainting her brows and eyes, and she looked expressionlessly around her.
Lou Xinrou ran away.