Chapter 1919: Straight mixed-race students (56)

Because I was helped by myself from the beginning to the end, but my attitude was so bad at first, I said "rolling" more than once, and said a lot of bad words, always pushed her away, and once, let her hurt.
It rained, Grandma said to let him send an umbrella, but he did not go. So she caught a cold. The cold was very serious, and it was not good after a week.
So he owes an apology, isn't it?
The teenager carried the cake and held the umbrella out.
The rain drained down.
Yu Chu really did not bring an umbrella today. Today is a big lesson. Several roommates didn't go to the dormitory. Only she went to class alone, but when the class was over, it rained, no people, no umbrellas.
She looked up at the rain curtains.
Suddenly, a long shadow was blocked, and the boy laughed. "Is there an umbrella?"
Yu Chu turned his head and looked at the eyes that were smiling on the road. The eyes were mild.
She frowned slightly, knowing what he was going to say, and first refused: "I am not with you."
The road actually raised his eyebrows, as if he had prepared for this refusal, and proudly took out two umbrellas. "I knew that you would not walk with me. I specially brought two umbrellas. You have nothing to do with yourself." ?"
The girl was slightly surprised and surprised.
The intimacy of the other party is somewhat unexpected. She glanced at the two umbrellas and said nothing. The road was actually stuffed and she stepped back. "Okay, I have already given it to you. Don't give it back to me. I am leaving."
He waved his hand with a smile, and opened another umbrella, stepping into the rain curtain.
Yu Chu sighed slightly.
She looked down at the umbrella in her hand and slowly spread it out and held the umbrella into the rain.
The rain is screaming.
It was misty and rainy, the rain was blurred, the visibility in the heavy rain was very low, and the black slender figure was blocked, so that he was not noticed.
The expression of Xunzhou is calm and very indifferent.
The boy still carries the cake in his hand. The black umbrella is on the top of the head. The knuckles holding the umbrella are very white, almost like a pale pale, some sick.
The blue eyes are calmly looking at the front, the lips are light and faint, intertwined with pure and innocent feeling.
But the long eyelashes are tremble.
He looked down and looked at the cake in his hand, curling his eyelashes, like a doll.
The fog in the rain gradually wet the eyelashes.
"The cake is not eating too much," the boy murmured and nodded. "It's very greasy."
He held the umbrella and slowly turned away. There was no blood on his beautiful and lovely face, but his expression was calm.
Someone around is looking at him.
The beautiful young boy, the mixed-race, deep and beautiful appearance, does not lack attention in the rain.
He didn't seem to see anything, just left the little cake and left, finally stopped in a corner, put the umbrella on his body, and reached out to open the package.
There is a lovely smile on the cake.
So the teenager saw, and also bent his lips and smiled softly. The milky white hand carefully took out the fork, licked a little cream and put it into the thin lips. The tip of his tongue licked his lips. He picked up the beautiful eyes and realized taste.
"It's too tired," the teenager sighed and whispered. "Well, it's okay."
The tone is a little brisk.
The raindrops fell on the cream and opened a shackle.
The smile on the cake, in more and more raindrops, gradually blurred the outline.