The little woman was playing with rainwater, completely delighted, when unexpectedly a warmth hit her back, and her shoulders and head suddenly felt heavy. She realized Bai Cheng'an had come up from behind, wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pressed his head to hers.
"Um..." Overwhelmed by the pressure, she let out a small sound of protest.
Bai Cheng'an's voice was hoarse as he lazily threatened from above her head, "Don't move, we're appreciating the rain!"
If they were just appreciating the rain, why did he need to hold her from behind and press his head against hers?
Qian Sisi was very confused, blankly watching the rain pelting down for a moment before her gaze fell on the rippling water in a pond not too far away.
In the water, was that blurry reflection her own?
