A gust of wind blew diagonally, and the rain no longer fell straight down. As soon as Zhang Chenxi felt a little rain on his arms, the umbrella above his head moved over. Zhang Chenxi raised his head angrily: "Hold your umbrella..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Lei, who was standing completely in the rain, smiled and leaned over.
The rain slid down Bai Lei's cheek and into Zhang Chenxi's mouth, and she couldn't distinguish the taste.
But the silent little volcano in his heart finally roared, and the sky was filled with brilliant fires, vying to erupt. The tiny sparkles of stars, with an untouchable scorching temperature, enveloped Zhang Chenxi's surging and beating heart.
Zhang Chenxi pushed lightly, and the umbrella in Bai Lei's hand was knocked to the ground.
Both of them were soaked wet.
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