An Jing looked at Gong Juechen, soaking wet and sitting there as the water poured off him, and felt somewhat unable to bear the sight. She spoke up, "Why don't you just take off your clothes? They will dry faster that way."
Han Xinche had thought that he wouldn't get the chance to see today whether Gong Juechen had a birthmark on his waist, but upon hearing An Jing's words, hope surged in him again. Although he appeared to be focused on fishing, the corner of his eyes remained watchful of Gong Juechen.
However, when Gong Juechen heard An Jing's words, he immediately crossed his arms in an exaggerated pose, clutching himself like a wronged woman of a good family, "My body has never been seen by a woman before; it's for my wife's eyes only, you can't have designs on me!"
An Jing couldn't help but be speechless. After a long pause, she said irritably, "Suit yourself whether you strip or not!"
