Yun Xia didn't understand what that low sigh meant.
She originally thought that Jiang Heng would not like it, but the other party slowly approached her instead.
Her slender hands were held between the fingers of the young man's slender and fair hands.
Fingers are all attached together, each knuckle is a little longer than hers, and they are gently closed, slowly sticky and intimate, calm and soft, and the touch feels soft and slightly cool.
This kind of holding hands is not interlocking fingers, but it is inexplicably a little seductive, which makes people feel a little embarrassed.
Yun Xia looked up at the young man in a daze.
In her cognition, it is possible to get closer with the other party, so she was held by the hand. Although she was surprised, she didn't struggle, and was held by the little hand obediently.
The young man was careless, and his white fingertips lazily rubbed her knuckles like grinding her little canine teeth, before hanging down his long and thick eyelashes.
He said softly, "Have you brought an umbrella?"
Yun Xia is still trying to get used to the feeling of holding hands.
I don't know why, Jiang Heng just held hands, a very natural behavior, but his fingertips slid across his knuckles, but Yun Xia felt inexplicably uncomfortable and his scalp tingled.
"Ah? I brought it." She whispered.
The boy's eyes under the eyelashes were cold, and he gently opened her hand, and took the small sugar bowl from her hand.
He put the small sugar bowl in his pocket, and said in a careless voice, "Then I will go back with you. No one will pick me up today."
Yun Xia's first reaction was how could it be possible.
How could Jiang's father not let someone pick up Jiang Heng
But Jiang Heng didn't need to be joking.
So Yun Xia was puzzled, glanced at him, didn't care about being treated so coldly by him in the past, and nodded generously: "Okay."
Although she was still depressed when she was treated indifferently before, she didn't want to let the other party get wet on purpose.
After agreeing, Yun Xia thought about it again, "But my umbrella is very small."
As she said that, the girl buried her head in her schoolbag and rummaged through it, and found a light blue folding umbrella, which looked like a single umbrella.
This is the umbrella that the original owner used before, and there are cute patterns on it, which is not suitable for the high-cold temperament of the teenager.
Yun Xia innocently held up her umbrella.
Jiang Heng glanced at her, and said in a neutral voice, "It's not small... just right."
He lowered his eyes and cleaned up the books on his desk.
Seeing that he didn't care, Yun Xia didn't care. When he finished packing, she handed him the umbrella.
After all, if you hold an umbrella together, you still have to be tall to hold the umbrella, otherwise, if you do it for her, I'm afraid you will feel wronged by her long legs.
The two left the classroom.
It was already pouring rain outside the door, and there was still the dull sound of thunder. The sky in the distance is white and bright, but it is dark and cloudy nearby.
Under the eaves of the dripping classroom, a light blue umbrella was stretched open.
White fingers cling to the umbrella.
The young man in snow clothes stood under the eaves, with exquisite and beautiful eyebrows, and a calm expression. He raised his other hand towards her: "Come here."
The girl got under the umbrella with her schoolbag in her arms.
Maybe because the space was too small, she was immediately surrounded by the light fragrance of the other party, cold and clean, vaguely alluring.
Jiang Heng's eyes were flat and his eyelashes drooped. The hand holding the umbrella gently tilted the umbrella towards the girl, and the other hand landed coldly on her shoulder.
The air is a bit chilly on a rainy day.
After walking for a while, Yun Xia heard an indifferent and hoarse voice resounding above her head, with a calm tone.
"Come into my arms a little."
She looked up in doubt:
"I'm not cold."
The other party's voice was calm. "I am cold."
(end of this chapter)