"Scrub Scrub"
Getting the advice, Lai Jiayi looked at Zhao Yang and nodded. "Y-yes, sorry for the inconvenience…"
"Here. Take this." Zhao Yang threw a pink palm-sized ball toward Lai Jiayi as he himself went to get his water bucket.
Zhao Yun also followed the guy, and both of them just washed their face for a while.
Seeing the two were busy with their own thing, Lai Jiayi walked to the corner of the tent and inhaled sharply.
'Let's use this…'
She crushed the ball above her head, and steam slowly came out of it. The steam created a dense fog covering her from head to toe in no time.
'Hmmm, flower fragrance?'
Lai Jiayi inhaled the smell of the dry bath ball as the white fog slowly got rid of her mud. It really absorbed the mud, turning the fog color from white to black.
'Wow….this is awesome!'