Chapter 781 God Will Not Allow Me to Disgrace Miss 74
Colin's cheeks were already bright red.
I was once again struck by Agatha Christie's cuteness.
He stiffly took the small windmill.
Song Jinhuan's hair was styled in a bun, with two small tufts on top of her head.
The little windmill was fixed directly to the little bun, and just then a gentle breeze blew by, and the little windmill started to spin.
Song Jinhuan raised her hand, carefully searching while excitedly saying, "Colin, isn't it spinning!"
I searched for ages but couldn't find it.
Colin grabbed her wrist through her sleeve and pulled her towards him.
"Um."
"It's rotating."
The blond boy couldn't describe the beauty of the moment; perhaps the wind was just right, and the windmill he had chosen was exquisitely crafted.
Coincidentally, they were all serving Miss Agatha Christie.
He's so lucky.
Song Jinhuan held a large, colorful windmill in his hand, which started to spin as he walked.
Her steps unconsciously became lighter.
So beautiful!
Colin had already memorized the route, and his peripheral vision was constantly on the person beside him.
The windmill turns, its wheels turning and turning.
It masked the pounding of his heart.
"Listen! Have the fireworks started yet?!"
Song Jinhuan looked up and could only see faint firelight shining through the surrounding trees.
A thick fog rolled in, and it seemed like there was a smell of gunpowder in the air.
Song Jinhuan jumped up and down twice, looking somewhat anxious, and said, "Why can't I see anything?"
Colin could vaguely see the brilliance of the fireworks bursting in the sky.
Someone ahead was running and saying, "Don't go any further, go back, go back."
A pedestrian traveling in the same direction as Song Jinhuan stopped him. "What's going on up ahead?"
"I can't see anything, it's all fog."
"There are too many people, and the fireworks are all blocked by tree branches."
Song Jinhuan and Colin looked at each other, and after thinking for a moment, Song Jinhuan said, unwilling to give up, "We've come this far, it's not good to just give up like this."
Colin: "You can see it."
The little windmill on Song Jinhuan's head started spinning rapidly. "Hmm?"
Colin looked at her intently: "Miss Agatha, I can see."
Song Jinhuan couldn't help but look up at the top of his head; she didn't know his height.
The blond boy leaned down. "Miss Agatha, you may sit on my shoulders."
Song Jinhuan: Oh... I'm so embarrassed~
She glanced at the shoulder in front of her and poked it. "It seems pretty sturdy."
It should be safe, right?
Colin smiled wryly. "Miss Agatha, please rest assured, I will protect you."
He is not a weak and frail man.
Lifting two Miss Agathas would be a piece of cake.
Song Jinhuan believed it.
She really wanted to see fireworks.
Colin crouched down and raised one hand.
Song Jinhuan supported him, and with that force, her legs dangled down from his shoulders.
Colin’s head was right on her abdomen.
“If Miss Agatha is worried, she can hold this hand.”
Colin thoughtfully raised his left hand.
Song Jinhuan held on tightly, of course; sitting up there made all the difference, the view was so expansive.
Unseen fireworks suddenly burst into dazzling display before our eyes.
Among the surrounding branches, children clung to the tree trunks like little monkeys, all looking up at the sky.
The whooshing sound of the windmill surrounded the two of them.
The fireworks display lasted for a full hour.
Song Jinhuan was still engrossed in watching, and each time the pattern was different.
No wonder it's called a fireworks extravaganza!
"Colin, it's such a pity you didn't get to see much."
As the story progressed, the smoke became increasingly thick, making it impossible for Colin to see anything.
The boy's tense body was gradually relaxing, and he silently shook his head upon hearing the girl's words.
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