He was so scared that he was on the verge of crying.
"Boom—"
The deafening thunder was the final straw. Zhong Jiayi closed his beautiful eyes, and when he opened them, he threw off his blanket, shook off Xiao Anman's hand, jumped out of bed, and ran into the closet that gave him peace of mind.
This series of actions left Xiao Anman somewhat stunned.
Is he afraid of thunder?
Xiao Anman walked over to Zhong Jiayi, who was squatting in front of the wardrobe, while he was deep in thought.
Actually, the inside of the wardrobe is completely dark. A person who is afraid of thunder can get used to and even use darkness as his camouflage. I don't know whether to call him a contradiction.
"Sparkling, are you alright?"
The wardrobe was opened, and in the far corner was a little boy, gritting his teeth, closing his eyes, and curling up there, neither speaking nor looking at her.
It doesn't look good.
Since Zhong Jiayi ignored her, Xiao An thought for a moment and decided to go and call her long-legged brother herself.
"Liangjingjing, wait here, I'll go call my brother."
"wait for me--"
Before she could finish saying "Wait for me," her hand, which was resting on the cabinet door, was grabbed and pulled forcefully inside.
Then Xiao Anman successfully fell next to Zhong Jiayi.
"You stay here."
You are not allowed to go anywhere.
The feeling of having someone accompany you during a thunderstorm for the first time wasn't bad. Zhong Jiayi suddenly realized that she had inexplicably left Xiao Anman behind earlier.
Why?
Was it because she wanted me to stay with her?
Xiao An rubbed her right hand, which was a little sore from Zhong Jiayi's grip, and thought to herself, not quite understanding.
The wardrobe door was closed again. The air inside was thin, and the air was already stuffy on a rainy day. Coupled with the fear she was already suffering from, when Xiao Anman reached out again, she touched a sweaty hand on her cheek.
At this point, even the most oblivious person would realize that something was wrong with Zhong Jiayi, and Xiao Anman was no longer among those who were oblivious.
So now she's a little worried about Zhong Jiayi.
"Sparkling, are you sick?"
"No," the little radish-headed boy replied, his eyes closed and his body trembling slightly.
"But you look particularly bad right now."
"What do you know?"
Zhong Jiayi adjusted her posture and leaned against the wooden board of the wardrobe.
Do I really expect others to understand this kind of thing?
Isn't this obvious?
Xiao Anman didn't dwell on this with Zhong Jiayi. She felt warm and cozy, and smelled of a pleasant milky fragrance.
This reassuring atmosphere greatly comforted Zhong Jiayi.
This allowed him to gradually break free from the quagmire of fear.
The thunder and lightning outside continued, but he no longer seemed so afraid.
As long as he's still holding the little fool's hand, that's fine.
...
The morning after the rain was exceptionally fresh. When Zhong Jiarui was about to take Xiao Anman home, he arrived at the guest room where Xiao Anman was staying but didn't see anyone.
When she opened her younger brother's bedroom door, she didn't see him on the bed either.
However, the unique design of the half-open wardrobe door caught his attention.
He stepped forward and opened the cabinet door.
On the closet covered with soft clothes, two little bundles of joy lay holding hands.
They looked adorable and slept soundly, as if this place wasn't a wardrobe but a bed.
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