Situ Luoyun's standards for choosing a partner were as lofty as her personality.
Before long, she had swum three hundred meters and, like a lotus rising out of the water, emerged from the pool. Ye Luo watched her approach, drenched, his eyes filled with admiration.
A woman in black hurriedly brought over a snow-white towel to drape around her, and the contrast made her skin seem as white as the towel.
Ye Luo clicked his tongue in wonder and reached out his hand, "Come, let me wipe that water off your body."
Situ Luoyun slapped away Ye Luo's hand and said in a delicate voice, "No need! Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, you just want an excuse to cop a feel!"
Ye Luo felt very aggrieved, "No good deed goes unpunished, eh? I'm just afraid you'll catch a cold from being wet, and wiping off the water quickly will keep you from getting cold. You really do need a man to take care of you."