So long that the world was silent.
The puddle in front of me has been there for so long that there are no more ripples, but it has been replaced by a pair of expensive high-end leather shoes.
Su Fanxing looked up along the pair of shoes.
Her eyes were blurred by the water, and she blinked, then with difficulty she could see clearly the tall man standing in front of her holding an umbrella.
Zhou Moshi still looked as cold as ever, but his tightly pursed lips revealed his anger.
When he looked down at her with his narrow fox eyes, his dark pupils were gloomy, as if he wanted to absorb all her rationality into this vortex. The teardrop mole at the end of his eye made this man look even more like a demon.
The noisy sound of rain was mixed with deafening bangs.
That was the sound of something bursting out from Su Fanxing's heart.
For a moment, she actually had the illusion that "it's great to have him".
"Why are you running around?" Zhou Moshi's tone was full of displeasure, but not as impatient as he usually was.
When he met Su Fanxing's disheveled face, his gaze lingered on the wound on her forehead, and a dangerous feeling unconsciously crept into his eyes.
"You lost the fight again?"
"..." Su Fanxing wanted to retort. What did she mean by "again"? She had never lost a fight, hadn't she?!
But she was really too tired today, and facing this man, she subconsciously wanted to be that Su·Waste·Fanxing.
It was rare that she didn't refute back.
Instead, he tugged at Zhou Moshi's trouser legs and muttered quietly, "Zhou Moshi, I feel so dizzy—"
Zhou Moshi pursed his lips without comment.
He looked at his left hand holding the umbrella, then at his right hand in a plaster cast, and his first reaction was that it was time to buy a four-seater car.
It seems really inconvenient to deal with this woman without a driver.
With a plan in mind, he acted without hesitation.
As the tall figure squatted down, Zhou Moshi handed the umbrella to Su Fanxing.
As his arm passed between her knees, his low, magnetic voice brushed against her earlobe and rang out, "Hook my neck."
The blackness tilted slightly, blocking a figure behind them.
The man clenched the umbrella in his hand.
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