Chapter 15 Petal Rain

The light in the water gradually dimmed. Chen Keai tightened her hands, and the rain poured out through her fingers, taking away the last ray of light.

The heavy rain continued. Chen Keai stood up staggeringly and saw the bag Jiang Jinyue had placed on the table.

The white plastic bag was bulging with stuff. Chen Keai opened the bag with her fingers and picked and chose from inside. The bag was filled with snacks, sweet milk, potato chips, spicy strips, candies and other miscellaneous items. There were many kinds and almost no duplication.

"Tsk," Chen Keai casually opened a candy and threw it into her mouth, "Do you think I'm a child?"

He staggered into the bedroom, without turning on the light or changing his clothes, and just threw himself onto the bed and lay there motionless, not knowing whether he fell asleep or not.

903 up, inside 1303.

Lu Qingmian sat by the window, looking at the heavy rain outside through the glass.

The rain hit the newly installed glass hard, crackling like New Year's firecrackers.

Lu Qingmian didn't turn on the lights; his face was faintly reflected on the rain-covered glass. He held a can of beer and poured it into his mouth expressionlessly. Beside him, several empty beer cans had already fallen over.

Raindrops continued to slide down the glass, and gradually Lu Qingmian seemed to see Jiang Jinyue's face on the glass.

Without the obstruction of glasses or a mask, her long bangs were neatly pinned up, and she was looking at him quietly with her clear eyes, her eyes full of trust.

Such pure and simple trust almost hurt Lu Qingmian's eyes. He clenched the beer can in his hand, and the orange-yellow beer surrounded by foam overflowed from the can, flowing all over Lu Qingmian's hands.

Jiang Jinyue was too dazzling, so dazzling that Lu Qingmian wanted to escape.

The rain fell all night and gradually became lighter until the next morning, but it still didn't stop. The sound of the drizzle lingered in my ears, making me feel irritated after listening to it for a long time.

Jiang Jinyue almost didn't sleep all night. Early in the morning, he lay down by the window again, opened the window and looked down from time to time, not knowing what he was looking at.

The rain curtain made the world outside the window hazy, as if isolating the building into an independent world.

At noon, Lu Qingmian came to 1203, bringing a lot of delicious food and a big bag of his old clothes.

Jiang Jinyue felt particularly embarrassed. He felt that he had eaten a lot of food from Lu Qingmian these days. Although he always estimated the price when charging Lu Qingmian, whether Lu Qingmian would accept the money depended entirely on his mood. Sometimes, when he felt annoyed, he would even glare at Jiang Jinyue.

It can't be said that she was glaring, she was just looking at him coldly, her black eyes were like a bottomless pool, and Jiang Jinyue was always the first to look away.

Lu Qingmian threw a large bag of clothes on the sofa. He seemed to have seen through Jiang Jinyue's thoughts and spoke first: "These clothes are unwanted. If you don't want to wear them, just throw them in the trash can."

Jiang Jinyue swallowed back all the words he wanted to say. Lu Qingmian was taking out clothes one by one, and soon the sofa was full of them. The sizes looked quite large, so they were indeed his clothes, but they were also quite new.

After throwing away the clothes, Lu Qingmian noticed that the thick coat Jiang Jinyue wore yesterday was draped over the back of the sofa. He immediately saw the horrible marks of stitching on the back of the coat.

Jiang Jinyue was thin-skinned and her face turned red. She immediately rushed over, picked up the thick coat and put it into the bedroom.

Lu Qingmian raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything. Instead, he picked out a large white T-shirt and jeans from the clothes he brought and threw them to Jiang Jinyue, asking him to try them on.

Jiang Jinyue hugged the clothes, the wings behind him trembled awkwardly, and he stood there without moving.

Lu Qingmian then remembered something, took the big white T-shirt from Jiang Jinyue's hand, and took out a folding knife from his pocket like a magic trick. He swung the blade and cut two big holes on the back of the big white T-shirt.

Jiang Jinyue felt so distressed when he saw this.

Lu Qingmian threw the freshly-made, torn white T-shirt back to Jiang Jinyue and asked him to try it.

Jiang Jinyue ran into the bedroom with the clothes in her hands, thought for a moment, and closed the bedroom door.

Lu Qingmian sat on the sofa, surrounded by piles of clothes, his eyes fixed on the closed bedroom door.

After a while, the bedroom door opened a crack. Jiang Jinyue didn't come out, but half of her face was exposed through the crack. She whispered, "Lu Qingmian, I can't put my clothes on... Can I not change for now?"

"Why can't I get into it?" Lu Qingmian walked towards the bedroom.

His size is much bigger than Jiang Jinyue's, how could he not be able to fit into it?

Jiang Jinyue saw Lu Qingmian approaching and said anxiously, "Don't come over here. Can I go through it later?"

Lu Qingmian always kept his word, and Jiang Jinyue couldn't stop him. He walked to the bedroom door and opened it.

Jiang Jinyue, who was standing behind the crack in the door, had the door snatched away by force. He staggered back two steps, and the wings behind him stretched out and quickly wrapped himself up.

Lu Qingmian stepped into the bedroom, further invading Jiang Jinyue's private space.

Jiang Jinyue's upper body was wrapped in wings, revealing only his legs and head, which were covered in pants that were too long. His cheeks were rosy, and he was not wearing glasses or a mask. His hair was messy from dressing and undressing.

Lu Qingmian first looked down at Jiang Jinyue's trouser legs. His trousers looked particularly empty on Jiang Jinyue. The trouser legs dragged on the ground, almost covering the entire soles of his feet, leaving only a row of round, white and thin toes curled up. When Lu Qingmian looked at them, they curled up even harder.

It really doesn't fit.

Lu Qingmian walked towards Jiang Jinyue, and Jiang Jinyue subconsciously stepped back. For every step Lu Qingmian took, he would take two steps back. However, the space in the bedroom was so small that Jiang Jinyue soon shrank into the corner beside the bed, with nowhere to retreat.

"Why are you running?" Lu Qingmian said in a light tone.

He stood in front of Jiang Jinyue, suddenly bent down, pinched the too-long trouser legs with his fingertips, and folded them up several times until they hung above his ankles. Now Jiang Jinyue's feet and ankles were exposed, and they looked more slender and delicate against the wide trouser legs. The ankle joints were faintly pink, like blooming cherry blossoms.

Lu Qingmian glanced at him with his dark eyes and quickly looked away.

Jiang Jinyue kept his feet together obediently, like a primary school student standing in the corner as punishment.

Lu Qingmian stood up and raised his chin to signal Jiang Jinyue, "Open your wings, let me see your shirt."

Jiang Jinyue lowered her head, a few strands of her long bangs fell on her cheeks, her small chin was sunken in the soft feathers, her eyelashes trembled slightly, but did not open their wings obediently.

Lu Qingmian didn't plan to say it a second time, so he simply reached out to pull away Jiang Jinyue's wings that were wrapping around him.

Jiang Jinyue was frightened now, and his tightly closed wings immediately opened a gap, and then gradually stretched out, like a weak prey trustingly revealing his weakness.

Without the wings to cover it, the big white T-shirt hanging around Jiang Jinyue's neck was exposed. Although the big white T-shirt had two cuts on the back by Lu Qingmian, it was blocked by the wings and could only hang around his neck. Jiang Jinyue was not yet proficient in putting on and taking off clothes with wings. He tried several times, but couldn't get the two wings to smoothly come out of the two holes on the back of the big white T-shirt.

Thinking that Lu Qingmian was waiting outside the bedroom, Jiang Jinyue became more and more anxious to get dressed. The more anxious he became, the harder it was to put on his clothes. Finally, with no other choice, he opened the door a crack and discussed with Lu Qingmian.

The big white T-shirt was much larger than what Jiang Jinyue usually wore. It hung around his neck, blocking his front, but revealing his shoulders and arms. Large areas of milky white skin were slightly red. He seemed to feel Lu Qingmian's gaze, and the two wings were about to close and wrap around him.

Lu Qingmian didn't look closely, just glanced at it briefly and then his eyes fell on Jiang Jinyue's face.

Jiang Jinyue lowered his eyes and didn't dare to look at Lu Qingmian at all.

"You, you see, I really can't put it on..." His voice trembled slightly, like a small hook scratching the back of Lu Qingmian's hand, which was a little itchy.

Lu Qingmian lowered his head and found that the back of his hand was indeed a little itchy. Jiang Jinyue's feathers were gently touching his hand, but the owner of the wings was completely unaware.

Seeing Jiang Jinyue's discomfort, Lu Qingmian said directly, "Raise your hand."

Jiang Jinyue's heartbeat had been irregular and his head was buzzing. When Lu Qingmian spoke, he raised his hands, and even the big white T-shirt hanging around his neck was swung.

Fortunately, Lu Qingmian did not laugh at him, and his eyes were always on Jiang Jinyue's face. He carefully pinched the hem of the clothes with his fingertips and pulled it back. While pulling the clothes, he directed Jiang Jinyue to stretch his wings. Finally, he put the wings into the two holes on the back of the clothes and put them on.

Jiang Jinyue's breathing became more and more rapid even though he was just putting on a piece of clothing.

He carefully slowed down his breathing. Lu Qingmian hadn't touched him at all, but he still had a PTSD-like feeling.

Jiang Jinyue was a little confused. When she was wondering, Lu Qingmian had already stepped away and said, "Put it on."

Compared to Jiang Jinyue's panic, Lu Qingmian behaved very indifferently from beginning to end.

"Thank you, thank you..." Jiang Jinyue thanked him softly, reaching out to pull the collar of the big white T-shirt to prevent the wide collar from sliding off his shoulders.

Lu Qingmian took a step back, but his expression became more and more strange, and even his eyebrows were wrinkled.

Jiang Jinyue was so nervous being stared at that he lowered his head, staring at his trouser legs that had been rolled up several times, and said, "Does it look ugly?"

Lu Qingmian didn't say anything for a long time, but Jiang Jinyue could feel Lu Qingmian's gaze on him.

An inexplicable atmosphere filled the small bedroom.

Jiang Jinyue's heart was beating rapidly. The golden finger that usually pretended to be dead and occasionally resurrected suddenly resurrected at this moment.

"I'm offering the host a random Mary Sue feature~"

The next second, countless gorgeous petals appeared out of thin air from the bedroom roof and slowly fell, and a romantic rose petal rain began to fall in the bedroom.

The crimson petals fell on Jiang Jinyue's hair and neck, and settled on her soft feathers, soon forming a thin layer on the bedroom floor.

Jiang Jinyue even heard a soft and lingering piano piece in his ears. The piece of music played in a loop in the small bedroom, with its own 3D surround sound effect.

A petal fell on Lu Qingmian's high nose bridge, slid down the nose bridge, and touched Lu Qingmian's thin lips.

Lu Qingmian opened his mouth, bit the petals between his lips and teeth, and crushed them into powder. The unique fragrance of roses filled his mouth, indicating that all this was not an illusion.

Through the flower curtain, Lu Qingmian's dark eyes were fixed on Jiang Jinyue.

Jiang Jinyue was picking a petal from her hair. The petal was as red as a drop of blood, making Jiang Jinyue's skin look even smoother.

Lu Qingmian, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke:

"Jiang Jinyue."

Jiang Jinyue raised her eyes, and her long eyelashes trembled a little when the falling petals hit her.

Lu Qingmian's deep and pleasant voice reached Jiang Jinyue's ears clearly.

"Don't wear white clothes anymore."

Jiang Jinyue blinked in confusion, with pure innocence on her face.

The falling rose petals were beautiful crimson. Jiang Jinyue wore a loose white T-shirt. The bright red petals quietly blooming in front of her made the white T-shirt look like a small arc, which was several times more beautiful than the rose petals in the sky.