When the two of them were drenched in soup, they finally found a cave that lived up to expectations.

Although I was surprised that there were still caves in today's society, Song Miaomiao, who had been subverted many concepts in the past few months, did not hesitate too much, but was slightly surprised, and entered it without hesitation.

"There won't be wolves." Song Miaomiao rubbed her little hands and looked around.

Ning Jian looked at the child with a shrunken neck and a thief's eyebrows looking around, and helplessly found a clean place to spread the almost wet clothes in his hands on it.

Frowning and staring at the coat that was still dripping with water droplets in the corner, he shook his head bitterly, maybe he Ning Jian had lived for 32 years, and it was the first time in his life that he was so embarrassed.

Glancing at the heavy rain that had already poured outside, Song Miaomiao felt an indescribable feeling in her heart, and the corners of her eyes swept to Ning Jian, who was holding her arms and staring at her coat in a daze, and a touch of guilt from the inside flooded her heart.

If it weren't for her, Ning Jian wouldn't have chased her out early in the morning, and she wouldn't have been pointed at by the village names, let alone hiding in the dark cave shivering like now.

The child's eager gaze made Ning Jian can't help but turn her head, and the moment their eyes collided in the air, they avoided it.

Ning Jian coughed lightly, but in exchange for Song Miaomiao's worry: "Brother Jian, do you have a cold?" ”

"Not so fast."

"You coughed just now, this is a precursor, besides, the cold is already very fast, and if the wind cools down, your back will catch a cold immediately, not to mention that you took off your coat when it was windy and rainy just now."

Ning Jian's dark pupils lit up, and she said casually, "Are you concerned about me?" ”

"I ......" suddenly came to his lips and suddenly didn't know how to express it.

Song Miao pulled the corner of her clothes and slowly moved to Ning Jian's side, pursing her bloodless lips and changing the topic awkwardly.

"Is it cold?"

Ning Jian just wanted to answer stubbornly, but suddenly saw the child who kept moving carefully to his side, and the words that came to his mouth turned around, and his voice turned into one word: "Cold." ”

"Ah, what then." Song Miaomiao's little face was full of panic, and she turned her small body to block in front of him, and her arms were spread out as if she could block more wind.

The wind and rain outside the cave are sometimes accompanied by bursts of overwhelming thunder, and the cave is against the light with her thin arms facing the child standing against her, with her usual stubbornness on her face, as if she is a towering tree, can shelter Yueyue, Gu Jiayin, and even him from the wind and rain, but I don't know that every time the thunder falls on the thin shoulders will unconsciously tremble a few times.

Ning Jian looked at her white face that flickered under the thunder, and remembered that night when she was drunk and unconscious, she also stared at him with such clear and waveless eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts: "Isn't the most pitiful person you?" ”

She can always see through the mask he has disguised for many years at a glance, break through the long-buried dark wounds in his heart with one word, break through the cold defense line he has built up for many years with one blow, and finally hook his lips with a light smile as if to say: "Look, you are also very fragile, let me protect you." ”

I don't know which sane nerve was broken, Ning Jian's body swooped in with an unstoppable posture, and hugged Song Miaomiao, who was still in a stunned state.

It wasn't until the thick warm snort covered the side of her neck that she murmured like a fire: "No, no, Jane, Brother Jane, I just want to help you block the wind, and, not ......" is not the meaning of letting you hug.

The man hugged the body in his hand more and more, the child used to be so fat, so fat that she was disgusted by others and made her feel inferior, but now she was so thin that he felt a little knocked on his hands, and even how he tightened his arms felt that he couldn't hold the real thing.

Being hugged by the man getting tighter and tighter, Song Miaomiao had to carefully pat the man's solid back, and called him out in a good way: "Jane, Brother Jane? ”

The man's heavier snort spurted down her white neck, and the cello-like sound never came so close to her ears and into her heart.

"It's more windproof."

Song Miaomiao's heart was beating violently, and she murmured in a low voice: "Yes, yes?" ”