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Chapter 11 – Rain
Luo Zhuowei had never thought that she and Chen Hang would be alone in this kind of situation.
After she and Chen Hang delivered the books entrusted by the head teacher to Duxue Building, the originally gloomy sky turned dark, and with bursts of thunder, heavy rain soon began to fall.
Neither she nor Chen Hang brought an umbrella, and the school campus was very large. The Duxue Building was quite far from the teaching building where Class 2 and Class 3 were located. In addition, the next PE class had been changed to self-study, so they both decided to wait here until the rain subsided before leaving.
The stairs that provide shelter from the rain are neither big nor small, and the distance between the two people is between unfamiliarity and familiarity. One more distance would seem distant, while one less distance would be too much.
The arm's length gap seemed like an invisible boundary, but amid the sound of rain and the silence between them, this boundary seemed particularly fragile.
The dream I had during my nap in the classroom yesterday captured this fleeting fragility in a hateful way, fermenting like a disaster in my mind.
The owner of that passionate kiss in the dream is right next to me.
Heat, indulgence, lack of oxygen, haziness.
That false yet real delusion is the dry wood and raging fire of adolescence, and the flame of reality ignites everything.
This is terrible.
Luo Zhuowei tried hard to suppress her desire to look at Chen Hang, and tried to blindly stare at the heavy rain in front of her.
But the adolescent mind is very adept at the idea of betraying oneself. The more one tries to control oneself, the more one indulges oneself. That secret desire is like an itchy claw that keeps scratching at one's heart.
The fine and dense itch is like the rain.
One glance.
Just one glance.
Out of the corner of her eye, she quietly noticed that Chen Hang seemed to be just staring at the rain in a daze. Luo Zhuowei finally succumbed to the encouragement in her heart.
I won't be discovered. She thought so carefully, closing her eyes and turning her face slightly to deceive herself. When she opened her eyes again, she met the other person's gaze.
"!"
The slight coolness brought by the heavy rain was instantly evaporated in the eye contact that surprised both sides, and the dryness after the cold and heat melted in the clouds surged onto Luo Zhuowei's face.
It’s over.
The alarm had already sounded in my mind, telling me to look away quickly and end this eye contact that could expose all my thoughts. But my body instinctively chose not to avoid it.
Luo Zhuowei still maintained a calm and expressionless face, but only she could feel that the palm of her right hand had been slightly numb from her clenched fingers.
She had never known this before: Could a glance make such an effect?
If not, then why could she feel so clearly that Chen Hang's gaze paused on her face somewhat helplessly, then slowly slid down and stopped abruptly on her trembling shoulder.
Thus, this sticky stalemate was broken.
Chen Hang's voice sounded even clearer amid the sound of rain: "Do you feel cold?"
Luo Zhuowei was only wearing a long-sleeved school uniform shirt, and the snow-white cuffs wrapped around her wrists, which seemed too slender to boys. Chen Hang naturally interpreted the slight shiver as her feeling cold.
Actually, no, she is not cold.
Luo Zhuowei lowered her head: "Yeah, a little."
After receiving this answer, Chen Hang took off his coat without hesitation. Luo Zhuowei then discovered that Chen Hang's shirt underneath was actually the short-sleeved dress shirt. Through the thin material, she could vaguely see that he was wearing a tight black T-shirt underneath, with very short cuffs, almost sleeveless.
He handed the coat to her, then realized that he hadn't asked her about her opinion, and hurriedly added: "Uh, sorry... do you need it?"
Something in my heart loosened.
Luo Zhuowei looked into his eyes and smiled: "Thank you, Chen Hang."
"It's okay." Chen Hang also smiled, but the upturned corners of his lips couldn't hide his pointed little fangs.
The coat she took still had the owner's body temperature left on it. In fact, Luo Zhuowei never liked touching the residual warmth from other people, but this was different. Chen Hang was not among the so-called others.
She didn't just politely put it on her shoulders like other girls would do when receiving care from boys. Instead, she thanked him and put it on directly.
Chen Hang was a little confused when he saw her actions, but he soon forgot about it. Luo Zhuowei also cooperated and did not expose him, chatting with Chen Hang in a soft voice, waiting for the rain to subside.
This kind of chat between classmates is the best protection from ambiguity. Luo Zhuowei unconsciously took advantage of the occasional eye contact to look at Chen Hang.
Chen Hang, who took off his Western jacket, even loosened his tie and let it hang loosely on his collar.
He also unbuttoned his short-sleeved shirt, wearing it casually like a jacket. The black T-shirt underneath was somewhat tight-fitting, outlining his slim yet powerful figure that was usually never exposed.
Chen Hang is also a boy.
Gender awareness, a self-evident fact, is always ignored in normal times, but it will appear clearly when one shouldn't be aware of it, and it will be revealed in manners, appearance, behavior, etc., deliberately stimulating the high-risk nerves of adolescence.
This unconscious hormone is the culprit of everything.
Chen Hang was quite tall, and his coat seemed a little too long on Luo Zhuowei. She slightly rolled up the sleeves that would cover her palms and let the hem of the coat cover her thighs.
In fact, this kind of picture of a woman wearing a large male coat can easily stimulate the hot-blooded high school students. Luo Zhuowei understood this point, but Chen Hang, who patiently found topics to talk to her to not make the atmosphere awkward, looked too upright and did not seem to think that her appearance right now was seductive.
"The rain seems to be easing a little." Chen Hang looked at his watch after he finished speaking, confirming how long they had been delayed here. "Let's go now, otherwise we won't be able to catch up with the homeroom teacher before class ends."
Luo Zhuowei nodded: "Okay."
Before she finished her words, she felt something gently covering her head. Before she could react, her shoulders were gently pushed by a cautious force, so that her legs mechanically followed the external force and started to jog.
Without the shelter, the drizzle fell on her calves that were not covered by her skirt, but the shirt covering her head did a good job of shielding her from the rain that would have wet her hair and face. There was also a hand pressing firmly behind her head through the shirt to prevent this makeshift umbrella from being blown away by the wind caused by their running.
Her heart is beating fast.
Time must have been slowed down a 100 times by God, otherwise how could she remember every second of this moment so slowly and yet clearly? The picture in her eyes was more beautiful than those romance movies with pink filters, and every frame was Chen Hang.
His hair was slightly wet from the rain, the water drops soaked into his collar, their rapid breathing from running, the sparkling rhinestones on his ears, and the black eyes that sparkled brighter than any shiny thing.
So that's how it is.
Noticing that Luo Zhuowei looked absent-minded for some reason, the other party immediately explained in a sorry way: "Ah, if my clothes have any bad smell, just bear with it for a while!"
She likes Chen Hang.
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