Chapter 26： Hugging [One more] (At this moment, he really feels people...) (1/2)
Qiu Li took Jiang Yu's hand and ran across the narrow stairs all the way, rushing out of the dark corridor.
Jiang Yu panted, looking down, and saw him holding his hand tightly.
His palm is very hot and strong.
When Jiang Yu was very young, what she yearned most was that someone used such a pair of powerful palms to hold herself in such a way and protect her like a father.
In this way, after dark, she doesn't have to be afraid of anything.
Unfortunately, she does not have a father.
Jiang Yu looked at Qiuli's solid and generous back, and subconsciously squeezed his hand.
...
It is nine ten ten, and she must arrive at the art class within twenty minutes.
At the intersection, she saw him stop and asked, ”Shall we take a taxi?”
”No need to.”
There was a motorcycle parked downstairs, which Qiu Li asked the man next door to borrow.
Yuxingzi was still floating in the winter, Jiang Yu was blown by the cold wind and couldn't help sneezing.
Seeing that she was wearing thin clothes, Qiu Li didn't hesitate to take off her cold-proof jacket, put it on her body, and wrapped her tightly.
Jiang Yu didn't have time to thank him, twisting his collar, and got on the back seat of the motorcycle.
He stepped on the accelerator and drove the motorcycle towards the art class at the fastest speed within the safe range he could control.
The street was wet and there were not many pedestrians, walking in the cold wind and rain.
Seeing that he was only wearing a thin black sweater inside, Jiang Yu asked: ”Jouli, are you cold?”
Qiu Li didn't look back, but smiled and said, ”Do you feel bad for me?”
”No, you blocked the wind in front, and you gave me your coat.”
She was upset, but apart from being upset, deep down, there was still a bit of distress in her heart.
”I won't wear it for you. You will become a swan popsicle after you take the stage. Can you still fly?”
Jiang Yu sneered, thinking his metaphor was quite vivid.
”That...thank you.”
Qiu Li's tone was somewhat frivolous: ”I'm afraid I'm cold, so I hold it.”
”In your dreams.”
Qiu Li thought about it.
When the motorcycle stopped and waited for the traffic light, he sneezed.
Jiang Yu hesitated for a few seconds, tentatively reached out and held his waist.
Even though he was separated from the clothes, Qiu Li was sensitively aware of...
Every cell in the body came alive excitedly.
She touched his skin, and she felt so numb and irritable.
”Will you hold it.”
”what?”
”You're like this, use it as an ass.”
As Qiuli said, she pulled her hand over, and wrapped her whole waist.
The green light came on, he restarted the engine and drove the motorcycle out.
Jiang Yuhuan hugged his thin but powerful waist and his cheeks were hot.
She had never been so intimately attached to anyone, even if she had been married to Huo Cheng, this kind of nostalgic behavior of cuddling her waist had never happened.
Only lovers who are particularly in love will hug each other like this.
Jiang Yu obviously felt that his body was very cold, the wind caught the light rain, and the cold was to the bones.
She fought out, unzipped the black jacket, and then hugged him tightly and pressed it to his back.
Qiu Li noticed the girl's warm body, the fatal feeling, which made his mind suddenly wake up.
Warm, really warm.
He needs a very strong willpower to maintain the last trace of sanity.
”Is it cold?” Jiang Yu asked quietly.
”Cold.” He smiled: ”Hold tighter.”
She curled her lips, pressed her cheek to his back, and closed her eyes.
The sweater was velvety and shaved, and the smell of him was the smell of his body, like the lemon fragrance of soap powder.
She sniffed deeply and thought it smelled pretty good.
”Almost forgot.” Qiuli turned his head and reminded: ”I have breakfast in my bag. Take it out to eat.”
Jiang Yu curiously touched his clothes pocket, which was very deep, and unexpectedly found a bag of buns from inside.
The buns are not cold yet, with a trace of residual warmth.
Although Jiang Yu had no appetite, he opened his pockets and started to eat.
She must quickly replenish her strength to meet the waiting game.
”In the other pocket, there is milk.”
She touched the other pocket according to her words, and as expected, she took out a bag of warm milk from it.
Jiang Yu's mouth twitched: ”You... are really prepared.”
”Because I am a boyfriend.”
Jiang Yu stopped being polite to him, bit open the milk bag, and drank gulps: ”Don't say you have eggs in your pocket.”
”It's true, but I'm afraid you can't eat it anymore.”
”...”
After Jiang Yu finished his breakfast, Qiu Li parked his motorcycle at the entrance of the art class at 9:20.
She got out of the car and was about to take off her clothes and return it to him, but Qiu Li stopped her movement and said, ”It's cold outside, go in and take off.”
”Ok!”
Jiang Yu had no time to delay, and trot towards the art class.
Qiuli's whole body was frozen like ice, only the place she had hugged behind, there was still a trace of residual warmth.
However, when he was still immersed in the aftertaste of just now, the little girl suddenly turned back and ran towards him with a smile.
Qiu Li straightened his body and asked, ”Did something fall...”