Love Letters

His tone was neither salty nor bland, but He Miao could hear a hint of panting and anxiety, as if he had run back.

“You… ah?”

Before He Miao could react, Xu Mobai had already stuffed the umbrella into her hand.

"Go back together."

After leaving the umbrella behind, he went straight to the classroom without asking for her opinion, but simply informing her.

"Ah! Wait..."

He Miao looked at the water stains on the umbrella that had not yet dried up, and then at Xu Mobai's back as he hurriedly left. He felt a little confused for a moment, and his mood was very complicated.

But...at least I don't have to get wet in the rain.

The sky was getting darker, the thunder was getting louder, and the rain was getting heavier.

"Let's go."

Xu Mobai came to her side at some point, took the umbrella from her hand and held it over her head.

Soon, a shadow was cast overhead.

Compared to the violent storm outside, the feeling inside the umbrella is reassuring.

His umbrella is pure black and can accommodate two people.

"Oh... um... okay..."

He Miao glanced at him, then looked outside and nodded.

She was led forward by him, and the two kept almost the same pace.

He walked very slowly, as if he was waiting for her footsteps, or as if he was waiting for her to catch up with him.

He Miao lowered his head and looked at the road under his feet.

Xu Mobai walked side by side with her holding an umbrella. Occasionally, a gust of wind blew over, making their hair and clothes flutter.

The umbrella is not big. The rain is heavy and the wind is strong. Rain comes in from time to time.

He Miao shuddered and hugged the schoolbag tightly in his arms, which contained notes.

Looking at the sky gradually darkening, He Miao quickened his pace.

It was the first time that He Miao shared an umbrella with a man, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

Especially since the person next to her was Xu Mobai, she didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.

Her mind was a little confused.

"So afraid of me?"

His voice was low and rich.

He Miao didn't understand and didn't say anything. He just looked up at him.

Xu Mobai seemed to notice her nervousness and distanced himself from her, but the umbrella was still above her head.

The rain got heavier and heavier, and soon his clothes were soaked.

He was still wearing a white shirt today, with his sleeves partially rolled up, revealing his muscular arms with tight and powerful muscles.

His hair was plastered to his forehead, with a few strands sticking around his eyes.

Are you so pretentious when holding an umbrella for someone?

He Miao moved closer to him silently, then stood on tiptoe to push the umbrella handle towards him, but it didn't move.

"Your shoulders are wet."

He Miao pushed the umbrella handle towards him again.

Xu Mobai maintained his previous posture and said in a light tone: "My notes cannot get wet."

As he spoke, he tilted the umbrella towards her, and a large shadow fell.

"Don't move, let's just get closer."

He Miao took a step closer to Xu Mobai, and then moved the umbrella handle towards him.

Then she reached out and grabbed the strap of his backpack, and the two of them walked forward side by side, much closer than before.

Xu Mobai looked at her for a while and said nothing.

He Miao clearly noticed that his body stiffened slightly when she got close to him.

However, she had no intention of backing down and continued to move closer to him.

The two of them walked forward while keeping this distance.

The rain dripped down the hair, splashing water on the ground.

She was already thin, with slender shoulders, and her whole body was covered by him.

The two of them were very close to each other, and He Miao could even smell the fresh and clean scent on him, which made her feel very comfortable.

Xu Mobai lowered his eyes and looked at the top of her head. Her long eyelashes fluttered, covering the shadow under her eyelids.

The rain was getting heavier, and the raindrops were hitting the umbrella.

There were thunders and crashing rain outside the umbrella, but it was unusually quiet inside the umbrella. The only sound was the slight sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella surface.

The ground was soon filled with water, covering He Miao's instep and approaching his ankles.

He Miao felt the chill coming from his shoulders and couldn't help but shiver, hugging his schoolbag even tighter.

Xu Mobai felt her body trembling slightly, and couldn't help but quicken his pace with her.

On rainy days, the two of them snuggled up to each other.

She is guarding her notebook.

And he protected her.

The two arrived at the station quickly.

The car hadn't arrived yet, so they stood in the rain shelter and waited.

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.

He Miao couldn't figure out Xu Mobai's mentality, so she was afraid that if she said something wrong, he would take her notes back.

She had come here with great difficulty.

"Cold?"

Xu Mobai spoke softly, breaking the silence first.

He Miao was stunned and almost didn't react.

Following his gaze, she realized that he was looking at her legs.

Because the road was flooded, He Miao rolled up his trouser legs high, revealing his fair and slender calves.

My shoes were completely wet and made a squeaking sound when I walked.

"No, not cold."

He Miao responded quickly, and inadvertently stretched out his legs and swung them, causing the water in his shoes to fly out and splash far away.

The car is coming.

Xu Mobai held an umbrella and let He Miao go up first. He then went up and closed the umbrella after she went in.

Xu Mobai's shirt was completely wet by the rain, sticking tightly to his body, outlining his figure.

There were a lot of people in the carriage, and Xu Mobai and He Miao were crowded at the door.

Just like last Friday, He Miao was squeezed uncomfortably.

In addition, he could not stand steadily, and his whole body was stuck in the gap like a fried dough stick.

At this time, Xu Mobai grabbed her.

Taking advantage of his tall and strong stature, he led He Miao all the way to the window.

He loosely held her between him and the car window, leaving a gap so that she wasn't squeezed.

As he lowered his head, the two of them were only a short distance apart.

He Miao raised his head and looked into Xu Mobai's deep, dark eyes.

"Thank you."

Xu Mobai hummed softly, then moved his gaze to the outside of the car window.

Only a week has passed, and my mood is completely different.

He Miao suddenly remembered that he had missed his stop last week and wanted to ask him why he did that that day.

"Xu Mobai."

"Ah."

She raised her eyes to look at him, questioning in her tone: "Why did you...ah...last Friday?"

Suddenly, the car braked suddenly and He Miao's head hit the window.

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and my head didn't hurt as expected.

And are these car windows made of leather? They are surprisingly soft.

He Miao raised his head and his gaze gradually moved upwards, only then did he discover Xu Mobai's hand was underneath.

There was a flash of surprise in her eyes, and her attention was soon attracted by his hand.

Xu Mobai's palms are very broad, his fingers are long and clean, and his joints are distinct.

Xu Mobai's hands are very white, like Hetian white jade, and can transmit light.

Faint blue blood vessels are reflected beneath the thin skin.

He rolled up his sleeves, and the red rope tied around his wrist was very conspicuous.

Their eyes met at the right moment. At this moment, he was standing and she was sitting, and they were very close to each other.

Maybe it was because of the hot weather, but Xu Mobai felt very hot inside, and even his palms were sweating.

But she was still there, with a red face and a worthless smile...

Xu Mobai used a little force to lift her head up, then removed his hand.

As if to divert attention, or maybe he really wanted to know what she was asking, Xu Mobai lowered his voice, "What happened last Friday?"