The cuffs of his white shirt were soaked, clinging to his well-defined arms. A drop of rain slid down the end of his hair, traced his delicate jawline, and finally disappeared into his slightly open collar.
Bai Zhiye suddenly felt her throat tighten, and her fingers holding the thermos cup tightened unconsciously.
"You'll catch a cold like this." She frowned and reached out to straighten the umbrella. The moment her fingertips touched the umbrella handle, Ye Qingliu's wrist trembled slightly.
Ye Qingliu suddenly grasped her wrist. His palm was cold, but there were thin calluses on the palm, probably from holding a pen for a long time.
Bai Zhiye could feel her pulse beating wildly under his fingertips, again and again, as if it was about to break through the constraints of her skin.
"Nanako." He called her name, his voice firm and unyielding. "Drink it."
The rain was getting heavier, and the big raindrops hit the umbrella with a crackling sound. Bai Zhiye held the thermos cup in both hands and drank the hot milk in small sips.
Ye Xiangliu was standing right in front of her, so close that she could see the tiny drops of water on his eyelashes and count the faint shadows under his eyelids. He seemed more tired than usual today, with a faint blue tint under his eyes.
A drop of rain slid down Ye Qingliu's nose and hung on the tip of his straight nose. Bai Zhiye reached out her hand, her fingertips about to touch his cheek, but she suddenly came to her senses and pulled back in panic. The milk in the thermos swayed and almost spilled.
"The corner of the mouth." Ye Qingliu said suddenly.
"Um?"
"There's milk."
Before she could react, Ye Qingliu had already gently brushed the corner of her lips with his thumb. That small area of skin suddenly became scorching hot, and Bai Zhiye almost knocked over the thermos in her hand.
"Stupid," he whispered, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly. It was a shallow smile, but it made him look more alive, his gray-blue eyes gleaming with tiny sparkles.
Bai Zhiye felt her cheeks getting hot, and hurriedly lowered her head to pretend to pack her schoolbag. She noticed a small blue whale pendant hanging on Ye Qingliu's schoolbag - she had forced it on him at the end of last semester, and she hadn't expected him to keep it.
The sound of rain gradually subsided, and the morning bell on campus rang slowly.
Bai Zhiye stuffed the empty thermos cup back into Ye Qingliu's hand. The moment their fingertips touched, she felt something quietly blooming in her heart, like a flower slowly unfolding its petals in the rain.
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