When they were almost finished eating, Blaine Lian came back with a cool vapor, his hair was wet, and he was not wearing his original clothes. He was clean and fresh, probably because he took a shower just now.
Gong Qing frowned when he saw it, "It's still cold here, and you just come back with a shower full of water?"
"I accidentally got soaked in soup. I can't walk all the way back like that. A young man kindly lent me some clothes. I have to return them later." Blaine Lian shrugged and went to look for his own clothes and change them.
Seeing Gong Qing's disapproval, the three gray thieves smiled and said, "Don't worry, Master Gong. I heard that fools don't catch colds."
"That's right, the marshal hasn't been sick in more than ten years." Bai Jiu said helpfully.
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