Lightning flashed, and fine raindrops lashed violently against the earth like ribbons, making a crackling sound.
The burly man idly shook his legs, rhythmically tapping his rough hands on the wooden table.
Suddenly, a coquettish sneeze sounded from the entrance of the living room. The man looked up, and it was Huang Yaru who walked in.
"Wow, this breeze feels so nice!" Unconsciously exclaiming, Huang Yaru turned her face and smiled at the man.
The man couldn't help but glance a few more times before quickly retracting his gaze, responding somewhat awkwardly, "Ah, yes, yes, uh~ much cooler, much cooler, haha! By the way, Miss Huang, you, be careful, wearing so little, you might catch a cold!"
"Pfft," Huang Yaru giggled, covering her face, and then swayed to the man's side, reaching out her hand.
The man, unexperienced with such a situation, tried hard to restrain himself, staring outside at the increasingly dense curtain of rain, as if he were a wooden figure, completely still.
