What's the Panic For?

Under her umbrella, Fu Huai'an stood before Lin Nuan, his figure appearing tall and fit. He locked the car door and put his hands in his pockets. The raindrops dripping from the tree leaves hit the surface of the umbrella. He smiled vaguely as he looked at her and asked, "Or do you want it?"

"I don't!" Lin Nuan immediately denied it. Her face was burning hot.

She noticed Fu Huai'an's shoulder was getting wet and shifted the umbrella towards him to block the rain for him. She denied what he just said in her heart and kept still.

She felt her hand turn sore since Fu Huai'an was quite tall. She avoided his gaze so he wouldn't notice that she was blushing.

The leaves were rustling in the wind, and the raindrops dripped onto her burning hot ears and made them itch. She contracted her neck and used the back of her hand to scratch her ear.