"You…" Cheng Yunzhi started, "your clothes are all wet."
Zhong Yu looked down, "Indeed they are."
He reached out, took off his windbreaker, and casually tossed it behind him.
The shirt underneath was also a bit damp, the light blue fabric clinging to his skin, outlining his firm shoulders and chest muscles.
Cheng Yunzhi glanced once.
Then looked again.
She knew that Zhong Yu woke up early to run every day, but he had a scholarly demeanor, coupled with a gentle and fair face that seemed easy to bully, and he usually dressed quite loose and casual.
She hadn't expected him to be so well-built...
"What are you looking at?" Zhong Yu suddenly asked.
"Uh…" Cheng Yunzhi tore her gaze away, "I noticed your shirt is wet. Don't you want to change?"
"I'd like to," Zhong Yu raised an eyebrow, "but there are no spare clothes in the car."
"Oh." Cheng Yunzhi thought to herself, well then, I can't be blamed for continuing to look...