Margaret hastily pushed her son away and retreated to the edge of the umbrella. The heavy rain poured down on her as she looked at her son's gentle face. Margaret trembled as she touched her lips, seemingly not understanding why her son had kissed her.
Two seconds later, Elmer grabbed his mother's hand and pulled her into the umbrella, saying,
"You'll catch a cold like this. How are you going to go to school tomorrow?"
"What were you just doing?"
Margaret looked calm, but her heart was raging like a ten-level tornado in the sea. The cool wind blew in and the rain curtain drifted into the umbrella. Elmer's shirt was already soaked by the merciless rain.
He glanced at his mother's almost transparent top and the black bra that wrapped around her full breasts, which excited Elmer for a few moments.
"Why aren't you answering me?" Margaret whispered.
"I just wanted to do that, sorry."