Tremblingly, he reached out a finger that had already turned cold from the rain. Then, he held onto Guoguo's tiny hand, wrapped it tightly around his palm, and used the oilpaper umbrella to cover her whole body. His entire body was exposed to the rain.
The rain heavily beat Liao Ran's body, as if to blame him for not knowing how to cherish it. It also seemed to wash the dust and mud, as if it wanted to enter the earth and give birth to the vitality after failure.
The cold wind did not dispell the tipsy feeling of the fruit. Instead, it made her feel even more drunk. She struggled to free herself from Liao Ran's hands and raised her frozen face. Her throat was hoarse and she roared at the threatening Liao Ran.
"Liaoran, your daddy, what are you pulling me for? Are you trying to be a p***
