"Are you going that way?" Song Ping raised his finger and pointed in the direction of the bus stop in front. "Yes, I can help you hold the umbrella." The girl turned back and looked at Song Ping with a hint of horror. She was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud, "You want to rub my umbrella, right?" The girl's smile made Song Ping's nervous heart relax a lot. Song Ping didn't say anything, and he giggled twice. The girl turned her head, and Song Ping saw her face clearly. She was really beautiful, with curved eyebrows and bright eyes, a high nose, and two rows of white teeth when she smiled. Her hair was wet from the rain and stuck to her forehead. The girl raised her hand and brushed it aside. "I'm going to the bus stop in front, where are you going?" "I'm going there too," Song Ping dared to say hurriedly. Madam Hu looked him up and down, then generously extended her umbrella to Song Ping, "Let's go.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
