novelraw Chapter 004 Body Temperature Under the Coat
Chapter 004 Body Temperature Under the Coat
North gate of the Academy of Arts.
The rain was so heavy it felt like water was being poured.
The wind whipped up the rain, sweeping horizontally.
The streetlights were dim and fragmented by the rain.
Wen Ning stood on the curb, holding a transparent umbrella.
The umbrella was almost blown inside out by the wind.
Her expensive lace skirt was already soaked through, clinging to her legs, icy cold.
cold.
It's really cold.
Wen Ning hugged his arms, trembling.
She cursed the system a hundred times in her mind.
What a stupid mission.
It not only torments Jiang Ci, but also torments herself.
I glanced at my phone.
Twenty minutes have passed since the call ended.
Will he come?
Would Jiang Ci, who should be racing against time to finish his project, really come to this godforsaken place because of her unreasonable rant?
Wen Ning felt it was risky.
She sniffed, just about to turn around and go back to her dormitory.
In the depths of the rain, a figure came into view.
A black, long-handled umbrella.
The person under the umbrella was very tall and had an upright posture.
He walked very fast, with long strides, splashing water everywhere he went.
Wen Ning was stunned.
The figure drew closer.
It is Jiang Ci.
He wasn't wearing a raincoat.
The black windbreaker was covered in water droplets.
Because I was walking in such a hurry, my trouser legs were already wet up to my calves, and my shoes were probably completely soaked too.
But he seemed oblivious, his expression cold and even carrying a hint of barely perceptible anxiety.
Through the rain curtain several meters away.
Jiang Ci spotted the figure huddled up in a ball at a glance.
Tiny.
Her white dress clung to her body, soaking wet; her face was pale; and her lips were purple from the cold.
Like a drenched cat abandoned by the roadside.
Jiang Ci's anger, which had been building up all the way, vanished the moment he saw her in such a miserable state, as if extinguished by a downpour.
All that remained was a strange tightness in my chest.
He took a few steps up the stairs.
Close the umbrella.
His movements were swift and powerful.
Wen Ning looked up at him.
Before they could even speak or act, they hadn't even had a chance to do anything.
Jiang Ci leaned the umbrella in her hand to the side.
He raised his hand and unzipped the windbreaker.
With a "whoosh".
He took off his coat.
There was only a thin white T-shirt left inside.
next second.
The coat, still warm from the man's body, was pulled down over his head.
Suddenly, everything went dark.
Wen Ning was wrapped up completely.
The garment was large and carried his unique, warm minty scent, instantly dispelling the surrounding damp chill.
"River……"
Wen Ning just opened his mouth.
"Don't move."
Jiang Ci's voice was right above his head.
His long, slender fingers gripped the zipper pull.
From the bottom, it was pulled all the way to the top.
They wrapped her up like a black silkworm, leaving only her eyes and a frozen red nose exposed.
The world is getting warmer.
Wen Ning nestled inside his clothes, and finally regained feeling in his hands and feet.
She blinked, looking at Jiang Ci, who was only wearing a T-shirt and looked rather thin in the cold wind.
The system task is not finished yet.
We must continue.
Wen Ning sniffed, buried her face in his collar, and spoke in a muffled voice with a hint of feigned fierceness:
"Why did you take so long to get here... I'm freezing to death."
"Where's my oden?"
Jiang Ci opened the umbrella again.
This time, he didn't try to hold on by himself.
Instead, he reached out and put his arm around her shoulder through her thick coat.
He pulled her closer to his arms.
The umbrella is tilted.
Most of it covered Wen Ning's head, but half of his own shoulder was exposed to the rain.
"With such heavy rain, the roadside stalls are not open."
He spoke casually, offering no explanation as to how he had abandoned a multi-million dollar project to escape.
"Besides, eating that in this weather will give you diarrhea."
Wen Ning pouted: "Then what are you doing here? Did you come empty-handed?"
Jiang Ci looked down at her.
There was no blame in his eyes, only a kind of helpless indulgence.
"I'll take you to eat something else."
He embraced her and walked into the rain. "There's a congee shop nearby that's open."
It's only a few hundred meters from the north gate to the porridge shop.
Jiang Ci walked very slowly.
He protected her the whole time, making sure not a drop of rain touched her.
Wen Ning nestled inside his oversized coat, like a baby being carried by its mother kangaroo.
She secretly turned her head to the side.
I saw the raindrops slide down Jiang Ci's jawline and drip onto his collarbone.
They got wet while protecting her.
Wen Ning's mischievous spirit suddenly deflated.
This person...
Is it stupid?
You could have just yelled at her or ignored her completely.
A few minutes later.
The signboard of "Old Chen's Clay Pot Congee" shone with a warm yellow light in the rainy night.
Jiang Ci closed the umbrella and pushed open the door.
The store is very well heated.
The proprietress was dozing off at the table when she heard the noise and looked up: "Oh, Xiao Jiang's here? Wow, soaked to the bone?"
Jiang Ci did not respond.
He led Wen Ning to a corner spot and pressed her shoulder to make her sit down.
"Sit still."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the counter.
"Two bowls of seafood congee. And a cup of warm water, please."
Wen Ning huddled inside the oversized windbreaker, only her eyes showing as she watched Jiang Ci's retreating figure.
He was taking out tissues to wipe the water off his hair.
The white T-shirt was wet, revealing a slender waist and back.
A short while later.
He came back carrying a cup of steaming water.
The cup was placed in front of Wen Ning.
He bent down, his gaze level with hers.
I reached out and pulled her coat open a little to expose her mouth and nose so she could breathe.
"Drink some water first."
His voice was deep, "To warm your stomach."
Wen Ning held the glass in her hands.
Fingers warm up.
The guilt I felt for being unreasonable grew wildly in my heart, like weeds.
It’s over.
This is hardly the aloof school heartthrob he is.
This guy is clearly a daddy-type boyfriend.
System, do we really have to continue this task? My conscience is breaking.