School is letting out.

"Wenmo's face is so red." Xia Lian looked at his flushed cheeks and wondered why Wenmo blushed so often today.

No, you must have misread it.

"oh."

Wen Mo turned his face away. After being messed with by Qin Zhou during class, his mind was now filled with close-up shots of that masterpiece.

Even so, the two still did not let go of each other's hands.

Thankfully, I only watched a little bit, but recalling the plot of this masterpiece still makes my body tremble slightly involuntarily.

No wonder you can't see it on legitimate websites. Rather, how could you possibly see something like this on legitimate websites? The plot and the... level of explicitness.

However, he had only heard about it; he hadn't actually seen it... he really hadn't!

"Wenmo is acting really strange today."

Xia Lian was a little confused. She moved closer to him, but couldn't feel his warmth. Plus, his clothes were too thick, so there was no real sense of physical contact.

and……

She looked at Wen Mo's hands, which were red from the cold, and then at her own small hands tucked into her sleeves, feeling a strange sense of loss.

"When am I not acting strangely?" Wen Mo chuckled bitterly. Ever since he met this girl, almost every day he spent with her had been strange.

Fortunately, I'm getting used to it soon. For example, holding hands now will soon make me feel completely unmoved.

The next second, Xia Lian suddenly let go of her hand.

"Huh?" Wen Mo was stunned, staring blankly at his empty hand for a while, then looked at the girl, "Xiao Lian, do you not want to hold hands today?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Lian lowered her head and shook it gently, her body swaying slightly from side to side, until a while later she raised her eyes.

Before Wen Mo could react, his arm was already wrapped around the girl's arm, and his cheek was pressed against hers.

"Holding hands, Wenmo will feel cold... This way, she won't feel cold."

Xia Lian said blankly, her clear eyes revealing her concern. To make Wen Mo feel warmer, she hugged that arm tightly to her chest.

At the same time, Wenmo's brain crashed, and just as he was about to restart it, various images of "Fate" kept flashing through his mind.

Damn it! Why turn on the carousel at a time like this?! And the images on the carousel look so weird!

"Wen Mo, are you still cold?" Xia Lian seemed a little worried, her emotionless eyes looking at Wen Mo, from which she could just see his Adam's apple.

"Ah, ah? Oh, oh."

Wen Mo then realized what was happening, gave an awkward smile, and dared not look at the girl any longer.

"No, it's not cold anymore, it's very warm, haha..." He laughed awkwardly, scratching his cheek. Although he was a little embarrassed, he was mostly touched. This girl really cared about him.

Although her emotions are not visible on the outside, she always reveals her truest self when she is with Xia Lian, doing whatever comes to mind.

As the two were enjoying their tender moment, suddenly, a swift shadow darted past Xia Lian.

Wen Mo reacted quickly, immediately protecting Xia Lian's body. The next second, most of the small puddle next to them was splashed away by this shadow.

"Are you crazy?! Driving so fast!" Wen Mo was a little angry. For safety reasons, he always let his cousin walk inside while he walked on the outside.

It turns out that the person just now was driving so fast on the sidewalk, and kept driving further in; anyone who didn't know better would have thought he was drunk.

Wenmo was soaked from the splashes in the puddle, but luckily he was wearing dark clothes, so it wasn't very noticeable.

"Xiao Lian, are you alright?"

Ignoring his own condition, Wen Mo quickly supported Xia Lian's shoulders and scanned her from head to toe until Xia Lian gently shook her head.

"I'm fine."

The car was going too fast, and she didn't realize what was happening. Luckily, Wen Mo had sharp eyes and caught her in his arms.

Finally, Xia Lian's trouser legs got a little wet, and some water got into her shoes. Now she just felt a bit uncomfortable inside her shoes, which were damp.

"Thank you, Winmer."

Wen Mo didn't say anything, but simply held her in his arms and gently patted her back. The anger in his eyes gradually subsided.

Fortunately, I only got splashed with water and nothing serious happened.

"Go home and take a shower." Wen Mo's mood seemed much calmer on the surface, but in reality, he was secretly cursing the idiot who drove earlier.

Xia Lian blinked. Wen Mo's broad arms made her feel very safe. Then she quietly raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes seeming to hold some different thoughts.

"Shall we wash together?"

"...You wash first, then I'll wash."

Fortunately, her home wasn't far away, and Wenmo was dressed warmly enough not to feel cold.

"Go take a shower first, take your time and get warm." Wen Mo rubbed his hands together and closed the door.

Xia Lian didn't hesitate; after grabbing her clothes, she went into the bathroom.

Hearing the sound of the shower inside, Wen Mo plopped down on the sofa, took off his sweatshirt, which was still damp.

"Seriously, I just took it out to wear yesterday, and I have to wash it again today." Wen Mo complained with a hint of dissatisfaction, tossing the hoodie aside.

About fifteen minutes later, accompanied by a burst of steam, the bathroom door was slowly opened, and Xia Lian's face was flushed from the hot water, and she looked warm all over.

"So fast? Didn't I tell you to take a little longer to wash?" Wen Mo asked, somewhat surprised.

However, Xia Lian didn't say anything. She just crawled behind Wen Mo and pushed him step by step into the bathroom.

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