Boom!
Thunder rumbled above the city. The rain suddenly became heavier, and a strong wind blew.
Near Dye Workshop Street, Ye Jingtang held his oil-paper umbrella with one hand to block the wind while hugging Elder Sister Ning'er in his arms and using his body to block the raindrops flying over. He couldn't help complaining, "This rain is the same as yours the night before… Hiss…"
Luo Ning shrunk under Ye Jingtang's arm. Originally, she was quite touched that the little thief had taken the initiative to shelter her from the wind and rain. But when she heard these words, her cold face instantly turned into shame and anger, and she pinched his waist ruthlessly. "Little thief, don't you dare mention this again. I didn't do it on purpose… I even bought new bed sheets to compensate you!"
Ye Jingtang smiled and apologized. He used his sleeve to block the wind and rain and pretended that nothing had happened.
