Turning into small droplets, they rolled off the tent.
This sight utterly stunned Leng Yu.
What did she see? She actually watched as the droplets slid down the tent's fabric smoothly.
Not a single drop seeped through; instead, they formed into distinct water droplets.
This was beyond anything she could imagine, even though their premium leather tents would still let water through.
Situations like this were previously unseen and unheard of for her.
Judging by the tent's fabric now, it wasn't leather, nor sheepskin; overall, it seemed like a thin cloth, but why could cloth be waterproof?
The main point is the fabric was incredibly thin, to the extent where touching it felt like nothing at all.
Witnessing this, Lin Yi's lips curled slightly upward, as he reached for her water bag, and under her astonished gaze, he poured it all onto the tent's top.
Seeing the water flow abundantly, Leng Yu instinctively wanted to stop him.
