After quite a bit of effort, a fire was lit in the pitch-black cave.
The small flame gradually grew larger, bringing waves of warmth to the cold, rainy mountain night.
Leaning close to the fire, the chill immediately began to fade.
"Let's dry our clothes first," Zhang Yang muttered to himself. He glanced at Tian Chuxi, who lay beside him without making a sound, then gently went over and called to her for a while.
Tian Chuxi gave a vague response but did not open her eyes.
Zhang Yang bent down and touched her forehead, then looked at her clothes, which were completely soaked through. After thinking for a moment, he helped her remove her outer clothes and set them up by the fire to dry.
At the same time, he moved Tian Chuxi closer to the fire to keep warm.
After bustling about for quite some time, he finally had a chance to take off his own soaked clothes that clung to his body. He simply stripped off everything on his upper body and warmed himself and his clothes by the fire bare-chested.
The downpour outside grew even heavier, pouring down in torrents.
No one knew how much time had passed.
On the ground, Tian Chuxi finally recovered from the near-unconscious cold.
The moment she opened her eyes, warmth from the fire washed over her. Then she saw a broad, perfectly sculpted bare back.
At once, she remembered everything.
"Z-Zhang Yang... where are we?"
She tried to sit up, only to discover that she was covered in a man's jacket—a jacket that had already been dried.
And it seemed she was not wearing anything underneath?
Realizing this, her face flushed. She hurriedly pressed a hand to her chest, covering her fair shoulders.
"Your clothes will be dry soon. Wrap