Angel looked at him hesitantly. There were no more water droplets under her feet, but her clothes were wet.

“You can meet him after changing your clothes.”

“Umm... I didn't bring clothes.”

“Tsk, don't act clumsy, Angel. You can wear my clothes. You've worn my clothes before," Xander raised his index finger to warn her before she could argue him.

"I don't want my son to get sick from hugging you soaking wet."

"I won't harm him," Angel put her hands on her hips in annoyance. All fears ...