In the dark, Lu Xiaoyou's voice was soft and glutinous; she seemed genuinely afraid of the thunder, a rare sight, as she wrapped her arms around Long Xiliang's neck, acting coquettishly in his embrace.
He thought she was having a nightmare or simply looking for an excuse to touch his bed.
"With me here, the thunder won't strike you," Long Xiliang went along with her words.
He enveloped Lu Xiaoyou under him in a protective stance, and she shut her eyes tightly, yet the flickering lightning still illuminated her eyelids.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly under the flash of lightning, thick as butterfly wings, quivering in the sound of thunder.
Another explosive clap of thunder made her scalp tingle.
The man exhaled warm breath into her ear, saying, "If you're scared, doing something else will make you forget the fear."
