Upon hearing Shen Qingyan's scream, Nan Mochen finally stopped in his tracks.
He slowly turned around, coldly gazing at Shen Qingyan, who was lying in the mud. The bangs on his forehead were drenched by the rain, sticking to his forehead in strands, and his handsome face was covered in rainwater. His dark eyes surged with overwhelming anger.
At this moment, Nan Moxin caught up. She hurriedly helped Shen Qingyan up and shouted at Nan Mochen, "Brother, I order you not to run anymore! Come over here right away!"
Her teasing tone was as sweet as ever. The eighteen-year-old Little Watermelon had already grown into a graceful young lady, looking just like Jian Xi in her youth. And Shen Qingyan, whom Nan Mochen had despised as ugly all these years, had grown into a great beauty.
"Brother!" Nan Moxin shouted again.
She was also soaked to the skin. Nan Mochen finally started to walk towards them.
