"Didn't you bring an umbrella? Luckily I brought one today, hehe."
Wen Mo smiled, took a step forward, tilted the umbrella inward a little, and stretched out his other hand to Xia Lian, "Then let's shield each other."
Xia Lian stood still, her clear eyes staring straight at him.
A few seconds later, he nodded slightly and grasped that broad, warm hand as always. Perhaps the early autumn rain was always very cold, making Wenmo's palm seem especially warm.
"Let's go home."
"Um."
The two walked side by side, raindrops hitting the umbrella surface with a "plop plop" sound, dripping down the umbrella ribs.
The area under the umbrella was small, barely enough to cover two people. Fortunately, Xia Lian was petite, so she didn't feel crowded standing next to it.
The two, who were already close together, were now even closer together. The only warmth came from the palm of the person next to them, and the only sound was the girl's soft breathing.
For some reason, the two of them were not chatting as they walked like before. Wen Mo turned his face away, and Xia Lian lowered her head, neither of them intending to say a word.
Xia Lian walked with her head down, no longer staring intently at Wen Mo as before. The sound of the rain made her inexplicably afraid to look up at the person beside her, and she could only watch the raindrops turn into splashes of water at her feet.
Just keep walking.
"It's raining heavily, haha."
Seemingly unable to bear the awkward atmosphere, Wen Mo laughed it off and casually changed the subject, glancing at the girl.
However, Xia Lian simply nodded and finally raised her head. From Wen Mo's perspective, he could just see the girl's trembling eyelashes.
"Hmm... the rain is heavy." She repeated blankly, extending her other free hand out of the umbrella, and instantly the rainwater formed a small pool in her palm.
"The rainwater is quite dirty, don't play in it."
"oh."
Xia Lian obediently listened, wiped her little hands clean, and then withdrew them. Her lifeless eyes revealed no joy or sorrow, but it was clear that she was unusually quiet today.
Wenmo had originally planned to subtly ask her what she liked after school, but in the current atmosphere, he just couldn't bring himself to ask.
The rain was so heavy that I couldn't hear anything.
Wen Mo gave Xia Lian a seat further inside, and occasionally looked up to observe the cars and pedestrians around him.
Every now and then, several couples with one umbrella would pass by, their laughter reaching my ears. Yet they held hands as if it were nothing out of the ordinary, their words and actions incredibly intimate.
"Tingting, didn't I tell you a long time ago that it would rain? Why didn't you bring an extra umbrella?"
"No, no! I just want to share an umbrella with you!"
The ambiguous conversation made Wen Mo feel uncomfortable, and he suddenly realized that he was still holding Xia Lian's small hand.
Do we appear the same way to others?
Swallowing hard, Wen Mo cautiously looked around, but fortunately, everyone around him was busy on their way and no one was staring at them.
Wenmo didn't understand what was going on. Normally, they would have already started chatting freely, but why was it that just a rain shower today made him so restless?
"I, I'll talk."
He turned around and glanced at Xia Lian, pretending it was unintentional.
Upon hearing the sound, Xia Lian slowly turned her face. With the help of the misty water vapor, her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making her already clear eyes appear even more pure.
Tilting her head slightly, Xia Lian's eyes were devoid of any emotion. Suddenly, as if she had noticed something, she whispered, "It's wet."
Wen Mo felt as if his heart had stopped for a second before he quickly responded.
"Huh? What got wet?"
"Shoulder."
Xia Lian pointed to his shoulder and saw that the outer side of Wen Mo's clothes was gradually turning dark.
"Oh, it's nothing," he said with a smile.
However, Xia Lian was not as relaxed as Wen Mo. She pouted and carefully straightened the umbrella handle in Wen Mo's hand, while also pressing her body closer to him.
"Yes, it's related." Xia Lian raised her eyes, her originally innocent gaze now tinged with a hint of seriousness.
However, combined with her naturally innocent face, even when she makes this expression, she still looks inexplicably cute.
Seeing Xia Lian's firm attitude, Wen Mo had no choice but to ask her to cover up a little more.
"But luckily my home is relatively close, so it's not a big deal that the rain is so heavy." Wen Mo changed the subject, smiling as he gripped the umbrella handle. "As long as there's nothing wrong with this umbrella, it's fine."
The words had barely left his mouth when, in the next second...
call--!
As if in response to his promise, suddenly, a strong wind accompanied by countless raindrops blew towards the two of them.
"Holy crap! What's going on?!"
Wen Mo was stunned, but he tried his best to hold on to the umbrella handle. Due to the strong wind, the ribs on the umbrella surface made a "creaking" sound, as if it wouldn't last much longer.
The two men were exposed to the rain, which was torrential, with countless raindrops pelting them at an angle.
Xia Lian was a little confused for a moment, covering her head and quickly looking for something to cover her eyes.
A few seconds later, her eyes lit up.
“There is a pavilion.” Xia Lian reached out and tugged at Wen Mo’s sleeve.
In the pouring rain, it was hard to hear each other clearly. After a while, Wen Mo finally understood what she was saying. He grabbed the umbrella and rushed with Xia Lian toward the pavilion in the rain.
Once their footsteps landed inside the pavilion, the two, who had just been washed by the torrential rain, gradually caught their breath. However, their clothes were already soaked through, and water droplets dripped from the hem of their garments onto the ground.
"This is terrible, how can this umbrella be so fragile?" Wen Mo complained as he looked at the folding umbrella in his hand. It had probably lost its folding function from the moment it was placed on the spot, and the ribs were teetering on the verge of collapse.
With the umbrella half-collapsed, it's probably not realistic to share the shade on our way home.
The pavilion seemed to be separated into two worlds by the rain curtain. Outside, dark clouds covered the sky, and torrential rain mixed with hurricane howled. Only when I was sheltered in the pavilion did I feel a little safe.
"What should we do?"
Wen Mo scratched his head, put the soaked umbrella aside, and looked at Xia Lian with concern, "Xia Lian, are you alright... Oh my god...!"
His eyes widened suddenly, and he quickly looked away.
The wind had just blown them so hard that their clothes were soaked with rainwater, making them heavy, wet, and clinging to their bodies.
In addition, the clothes they were wearing were quite thin, and once they got wet, you could see what was underneath them from a great distance...
You can even see the exact style.
"I'm fine." Xia Lian shook her head. Looking at Wen Mo's frightened expression, she felt a little strange, so she leaned closer and asked, "Wen Mo, what's wrong?"
"No, no, it's nothing! I'm fine...! Turn around first, turn around, okay, be good!" Wen Mo reached out and blocked him haphazardly, closing his eyes in a very virtuous manner.
Xia Lian tilted her head in confusion, looked down at her own clothes, and then realized that the clothes were clinging tightly to her body, and it seemed that someone had seen inside.
"Wenmo, are you shy?"
"Don't you think you should be more ashamed in this situation?!"
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