The young woman accepted it sheepishly and said, embarrassed, "Sorry, handsome. I really should've listened to you. I'll wash it when I get home."
Bai Chen hadn't brought many clothes either. He took a black undershirt and scrubbed his cheeks hard with it.
He turned to look at the young woman and saw that her face was almost as muddy as his.
"Take a few tissues and wipe your face, or the mud will dry on it. I can use my clothes," Bai Chen said as he wiped.
He took out the two bottles of water he had just bought and handed one to her.
He opened the other bottle, poured some onto the shirt, and wiped his face again.
The mud hadn't dried completely, so there was still time to clean it off.
After wiping his face, Bai Chen looked down at his clothes. The entire front of his white jacket really was filthy.
He sighed softly, took off the jacket, and changed into another one.
It took them a full five minutes to clean themselves up.
"Ready?" Bai Chen asked.
"Yes, all done," the young woman said. She had cleaned herself up too, but her hair was so long that much of the mud was still stuck to its ends.
After they climbed back up, Bai Chen helped her lift the motorcycle upright.
"Can you ride?" she asked.
Bai Chen: "???"
"What?" Bai Chen didn't understand what she meant.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Bai Chen examined her legs.
Surely she wasn't.
The young woman held out her palm. When they had fallen together, she had accidentally scraped it against a sharp rock below.
There was now a large gash across her palm, and blood kept seeping out. It looked alarming-and painful.
"My grandma lives in Mu Village