Under the scorching sun, even Wu Yan couldn't help but break out in a light sweat. It trickled down his cheeks, his throat began to dry up, and his wine-red eyes started to ache.
The temperature was at least close to forty degrees Celsius. It was no ordinary heat; a normal person would probably have suffered heatstroke after more than half an hour under the sun. Wu Yan had not gotten heatstroke, but he was still unbearably hot. After staring at a map beneath the blazing sun for so long, sore eyes were only to be expected.
Compared to Wu Yan, Kotori had not sweated even a little. As a spirit who controlled flames, this temperature was nothing to her. Still, she noticed his sweat-soaked appearance, blinked, and could not help feeling a little sorry for him.
Taking a handkerchief from her pocket, Kotori hesitated. In the end, she still could not muster the courage to wipe away Wu Yan's sweat herself. She roughly stuffed the handkerchief into his hand and turned her head away irritably.
"Wipe yourself off already. Look at all that sweat—don't go making yourself stink!" Wu Yan froze for a moment, then laughed after realizing what she meant. "Well, since it's my cute little sister's kind gesture, I'll gratefully accept it. Though I'm rather dissatisfied that this didn't develop into a scene where you wipe my sweat for me..."
"Who... who would wipe your sweat for you?!" Kotori's cheeks flushed faintly before she immediately put on an angry act. "Who do you think got us into this mess in the first place? And you want me to wipe your sweat? Keep dreaming!"
"I can't help it either..." Wu Yan complained as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. "We don't know anyone here, and we don't