Seeing Yun Qian's immense joy in sharing an umbrella with him, Xu Chang'an shook his head gently, the last remnants of his tender feelings dissolved into the puddles with her footsteps.
Xu Chang'an turned his gaze to Yun Qian's body, completely drenched by the wind and rain, and a smile tugged at his lips.
"Miss, how does it feel to share an umbrella with me?" he said. "Isn't it... better when I help keep the rain off you?"
"Very good," Yun Qian quickly replied.
At that time, since a single umbrella was properly held above their heads, each of them had only half of their body still dry, with their faces adorned with many water droplets.
Xu Chang'an stopped in his tracks, looking at Yun Qian's makeup, ruined by the rain, and he brushed away the water droplets on her brow, saying helplessly, "Are you really that eager to share the wind and rain with me?"
