"..."
By the light of the moon, Wanwan—back from the dead—gently washed and wiped her jade-like body in a smooth rock pool. It was less than waist-deep and no more than two zhang across, clearly carved by years of rushing stream water and waterfalls.
After all, some troublesome little girl had buried her in a sandpit by the stream for nearly half an hour, and she'd been buried without a stitch on. Now that she'd "woken up" again and come clean with the girl—and since the girl didn't seem intent on making things difficult for her—she naturally wanted to wash up before deciding what to do next.
Of course, more than anything, she could use washing herself as an excuse to buy time, then take the chance to think about how to handle the situation.
After all, the girl was a legendary Grandmaster, one of only four top-tier experts in all the martial world. Apart from outthinking her, Wanwan had no chance of resisting her by force—and wouldn't dare try.
"..."
As she thought, Wanwan first turned to look at the little girl.
The girl was still sitting at ease by the campfire, her back to Wanwan, apparently busy with something. Only then did Wanwan scoop up some clear, icy water with her handkerchief and continue washing her shoulder, already clean and glistening like crystal in the moonlight. Her willow-like brows furrowed slightly as she wondered what to do.
"Mhm, mhm..."
(￣~￣) Chew!
While Wanwan racked her brains for a way to escape, the troublesome little girl sat by the stream beside a pile of stones with a natural hollow in it. She poked at the campfire and listlessly munched on some delicious grilled skewers, goodness knew where she'd gotten them.
"Mmm, mm..."
(??~??)
She'd already had dinner, but that