"What? You've taken a fancy to him?" Zong Zhan stood in the rain, his eyes washed by the rainwater becoming even deeper and darker.
Xi Luo suddenly sneezed, shrugged her shoulders, and slowly lifted her eyelids, "I've taken a fancy to his hand, want to chop it off."
Zong Zhan pursed his thin lips and tightened his grip around her waist, "Xi Luo, this is the camp, ease up."
As soon as he finished speaking, he eased his grip as if preparing to put her down.
Xi Luo took the opportunity to hug Zong Zhan's neck tightly, refusing to let go, "If you dare let go, I'll scream harassment."
She lay in the rain for three minutes, and yet he dared to reason with her?!
Zong Zhan lowered his eyes, staring at the woman with a face full of rain, looking so unlike herself, his heart inexplicably softening, "You're really the most ill-natured woman I've ever met."
Xi Luo hugged the man's neck, in a weak and feeble manner, resting her forehead against his face, "I want coffee."
