"Ah, I see," Luosang nodded and said.
Both of them suddenly fell into silence. Only the sounds of wind and rain could be heard.
Luosang's clothes were wet. It made her feel cold. She rubbed her arms with her hands.
Nian Junting glanced at her, then at his own jacket. It was even wetter than her clothes. He wanted to give her his jacket, but that wouldn't be helpful. If he knew this, he wouldn't have let the store pack all the clothes that he just bought. He should have brought one of the clothes to the car so she could wear it.
He pondered for a few seconds, then suddenly grabbed her arm and dragged her to his chest.
His movement was very unexpected to Luosang. When she finally realized what had just happened, she was already in his arms, and her face pressed against his chest. His warm body made her face blush. She began struggling, saying, "What're you doing? Let go of me!"
