The female supporting role is crazy about the male lead

A black bone umbrella holds two people huddled together.

Xia Ran was wearing a man's coat and was held tightly in his arms.

An Shijing held the slender waist of the woman in his arms tightly. Even though the umbrella was tilted as much as possible towards the woman, it was inevitable that the woman's long skirt was still stained with a lot of water droplets.

Today, the material of Xia Ran's skirt was a bit special. After it got wet, it wrapped tightly around her bare legs, making it difficult for her to walk.

"Can you still walk?" a man's voice sounded above his head.

Hmm? The woman looked up at the man in confusion.

Without waiting for her answer.

"Here." An Shijing handed the umbrella handle to Xia Ran, who took it without knowing why.

The next second, the body was lifted into the air by the man.

The woman let out a small cry of surprise, and quickly put her arm around the man's neck with one hand while holding up the umbrella with the other.

An Shijing took a step forward only after he made sure the woman was stable.

The man's arm muscles that supported her back and legs were tight and strong, giving her a full sense of security.

The two of them walking in the rain in this posture is like a slow motion shot of a movie, romantic and warm.

Xia Ran was wearing a pair of shoes that exposed her instep today, so this small umbrella couldn't cover her feet at all.

Fine and cold raindrops kept flying onto the woman's naked skin, bringing waves of coolness.

The woman frowned and pulled her legs inward, hugging the man's neck tighter in the process.

An Shijing only felt that the fragrance in his nose became stronger, and the big hand holding the woman's knee tightened.

It’s only a few steps and we’ll soon arrive.

"Brother, what happened in the car?"

An You looked at his brother, then at Xia Ran, and curiously asked the man who was packing up the umbrella.

How come just a few hours have passed and the atmosphere between the two of them is completely different from before they set out.

This is rapid progress!

"Don't ask too many questions." An Shijing glanced at his brother, said this coolly, and walked inside with Xia Ran.

Aunt Xin had been waiting for them in the front hall for a long time.

Seeing them finally come in, his eyes lit up and he quickly went to greet them.

"Ranran~my little baby." The fashionable middle-aged woman with curly hair happily took Xia Ran's hand.

Then he looked at the girl in front of him carefully again and nodded with satisfaction. It's been a long time since we last met, and Ranran is still so beautiful. She is truly a lovable darling.

In a blink of an eye, he saw that the dark fabric under the girl was completely wet. He quickly raised his hand to call the waiter to prepare towels and hot water, and was about to pull her to sit down.

The three people who were left there had no sense of existence in front of the woman.

"Aunt Xin, do you only see Ranran in your eyes?"

An You couldn't help yelling.

He didn't know why, but every time these mothers and aunts saw Xia Ran, they were like wolves seeing a sheep. They were all very enthusiastic and only revolved around her.

If he and his elder brother were there, they would just sit on the bench.

After hearing An You's dissatisfaction and complaints, the lady finally had time to pay attention to them, and then she noticed the little woman standing next to An You.

"Xiao You, how many times have I seen you since I was a child? I'm tired of you a long time ago."

After saying that, he turned his eyes to the girl.

"Is this the lady next to you?" She pointed at Ning Zhirou.

The boy smiled and took the woman beside him, pushing her slightly towards Aunt Xin, "Aunt Xin, let me formally introduce you, this is my girlfriend, Ning Zhirou."

Ning Zhirou suppressed the discomfort of being ignored just now and smiled softly, "Aunt Xin, my name is Ning Zhirou." Her tone was soft.

Aunt Xin has lived for half her life and has seen all kinds of storms. Her eyes are sharp and penetrating, and she can see what is in the girl's mind at a glance even though others cannot.

Why did An You find this petty girl?

But when young people are in love, isn't it important that one is willing to fight and the other is willing to be beaten? Maybe Xiaoyou likes this.

Thinking of this, the lady's face was filled with an eager smile again.

"Hello, Rou'er. I didn't expect that Xiaoyou, this naughty monkey, could find such a pretty and quiet girl. I'm sorry for you."

Ning Zhirou quickly shook her head.

Aunt Xin smiled teasingly.

Anyou:!!!

"Aunt Xin." An Shijing on the side also greeted politely.

"Handsome Shi Jing, long time no see. Come on, take your wife to change clothes first, and then have a cup of hot tea to get rid of the cold."

"And you too, go take a shower after getting caught in the rain. We've been driving for so long, go get some sleep first."

Aunt Xin pushed the two handsome guys in front of her.

The men had no choice but to take their women to their rooms.

The suites that Aunt Xin arranged for the two couples were next to each other and had excellent mountain views.

After arriving at the room, Xia Ran went in to take a shower first.

She swore that she really didn't mean to do that, but she just forgot to take the towel.

She only uses her own bath towel when she goes out.

Now the woman is standing in the steamy bathroom, still struggling.

It was right for her to take the initiative to flirt with An Shijing, but she would feel very uncomfortable with this unexpected situation that was beyond her control.

Then she kept dawdling until her skin became slightly wrinkled.

You have to shout.

Turning off the shower, Xia Ran let out a long sigh.

It's still so shameful!

The two mountain view rooms that Aunt Xin gave us offer views of the majestic Jingshan Mountain.

At this moment, looking out from the quaint and exquisite little window in the room, the room is covered with mist and clouds, which is as poetic as a painting.

The gentleman stood quietly in front of the window, sipping tea and appreciating the scenery, with his slender and smooth fingers resting quietly on the sky-blue teacup, which was pleasing to the eye.

There was a sound of drizzling rain outside, and in the distant mountains, the smoke from farmers' cooking could be vaguely seen, occasionally mixed with the noise of children playing.

It really fulfilled the saying "The rice is fragrant in the quiet of the wooden door, the smoke from the mountain house is clear after the spring rain". (From Guanxiu's "Two Poems Written on the Wall of a Mountain House on Spring Evening")

An Shijing also felt much calmer after seeing this.

"Buzz buzz buzz." The cell phone on the windowsill kept flashing.

It was his call, from an "unknown number".

Slide open and pick up.

"An Shijing?" It was a deep and unfamiliar male voice.

With doubt and uncertainty.

"Yeah." Although it was strange, the man still responded.

Hearing his response, the other party seemed to laugh. The laughter was unbridled and exaggerated, which was a bit harsh to the ears.

The man felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

He frowned and was about to hang up, but the other end said, "You finally answered the phone."

This profound and mysterious statement makes people feel strangely uneasy.

An Shijing was about to ask more questions when he was interrupted by the woman calling his name in the bathroom.

He could only press it off first.

"what happened?"

"Can you do me a favor?" The woman's voice came from the bathroom with a hint of begging, muffled.

"Please get the towel from the suitcase. I forgot to take it."

There was a barely perceptible embarrassment in his tone.

"it is good."

The man opened the woman's suitcase, tried his best to glance straight at her full of personal belongings, and then pulled out the bath towel she wanted from the bottom.

Before he reached the bathroom door, it opened a little and hot steam poured out.

An arm, steamy and pink from the heat, stretched out and beckoned at him.

An Shijing suddenly stopped and his cheeks turned red.

The point is not the hand, but the bathroom door.

The bathroom door is made of frosted glass, which provides great shielding effect when you are taking a normal shower.

But once people get close and are contaminated by some water vapor, it will be not much different from glass covered with a layer of gauze.

Xia Ran was indeed standing closer to the door.

From An Shijing's perspective, he could see a vague figure of a woman hidden behind the glass.

She was fair and slender, with sexy curves, and her entire body was dazzling white, except for her hair, which was pushed back behind her back by the woman and was a different shade of black.

The woman also pressed her other hand against the glass for leverage. Her palm was pink with a hint of white. Continuous drops of water flowed down her palm, leaving streaks on the glass.

It really is as fragrant as warm jade and is very touching.

"Give it to me quickly." The woman kept urging, shaking her hands.