Yun Xia didn't understand what that low sigh meant.

She originally thought that Jiang Heng wouldn't like it, but the other party slowly approached her.

Her hand was slender, held between her fingers by the slender, white hand of the young man.

All the fingers are fitted, each knuckle is a little longer than hers, gently closed, slow and sticky and intimate, silent, soft and slightly cool to the touch.

This kind of hand-holding is not interlocked, but it is inexplicably a little seductive, which makes people a little embarrassed.

Yun Xia looked up at the young man ignorantly.

In her cognition, she can be intimate with the other party, so she was held by the hand, although she was unexpected, she did not struggle, and was obediently held by someone's hand.

The young man was careless, his white fingertips rubbed her knuckles lazily like grinding her little tiger teeth, and then drooped his long and thick eyelashes.

He said lightly: "Do you bring an umbrella?" ”

Yun Xia was still struggling to get used to the feeling of holding hands.

I don't know why, Jiang Heng just held hands, which was a natural behavior, but his fingertips slid over his knuckles, and Yun Xia felt uncomfortable and his scalp was numb.

"Huh? Bring it. She whispered.

The young man's eyes were cold under his eyelashes, and he easily opened her hand and took the small sugar jar in her hand.

He put the small sugar jar in his pocket, and his voice was careless: "Then I'll go back with you." No one came to pick me up today. ”

Yun Xia's first reaction was how could it be.

How could Father Jiang not let people pick up Jiang Heng?

But Jiang Heng didn't need to joke.

So Yun Xia was puzzled, looked at him, and didn't care about being treated so coldly by him in the past, and nodded generously: "Okay." ”

Although she was still depressed and indifferent to her before, she didn't deliberately want the other party to get drenched in the rain.

After agreeing, Yun Xia thought about it again, "But my umbrella is very small. ”

As she spoke, the girl rummaged through her schoolbag and pulled out a light blue folding umbrella, which looked like a single umbrella.

This is the umbrella used by the original owner, and there are cute patterns on it, which is not very suitable for the cold temperament of teenagers.

Yun Xia innocently held the umbrella.

Jiang Heng glanced at her, his voice was not cold, and he said indifferently, "It's not small...... Just right. ”

He lowered his eyes to collect the books on his desk.

Seeing that he didn't care, Yun Xia didn't care, and when he packed up, he handed him the umbrella.

After all, if you hold an umbrella together, you still have to be tall to get the umbrella, otherwise if you change her to get it, I'm afraid you will have to wronged other people's long legs.

The two left the classroom.

It was already pouring rain outside the door, and there was a dull sound of thunder. The sky in the distance was shining, but the clouds were heavy in the distance.

Under the dripping eaves of the classroom, the light blue umbrella is propped up.

White fingers holding the umbrella.

The young man in the snowcoat stood under the eaves, his eyebrows were delicate and beautiful, his expression was calm, and his other hand was raised towards her: "Come here." ”

The girl got under the umbrella with her schoolbag.

Maybe because the space is too small, she is suddenly surrounded by the light fragrance of the other party, cold and clean, vaguely and a little tempting.

Jiang Heng's eyes were flat, his eyelashes drooped, and the hand holding the umbrella gently tilted towards the girl, and the other hand fell coldly on her shoulder.

The air is a little cool on a rainy day.

After walking for a while, Yun Xia heard an indifferent and hoarse voice, which sounded low above her head, and her tone was calm.

"Take it into my arms a little."

She looked up in confusion:

"I'm not cold."

The other party's voice is calm. "I'm cold."