It fell from his fingertips

Tang Luoqing was completely stunned at this moment.

She knew Zhou Jinbai liked her, but she always kept it within bounds and never overstepped his bounds. But now he…

"I... I can go home by myself. No, don't bother."

Tang Luoqing's mind was in complete turmoil, so much so that she couldn't think straight at all.

Anyway, after arriving, she wanted to push the man in front of her away, but she saw Zhou Jinbai raise his hand, his slender fingers running through her wet hair, holding the back of her neck, his voice low and magnetic: "Tang Luoqing, this is not trouble, it never is."

"Tang Luoqing, close your eyes."

Tang Luoqing blinked in confusion.

She vaguely guessed what Zhou Jinbai wanted to do, but the hurt Zhou Yanchen had caused her not long ago was too heavy, as if something was pressing down on her beating heart, making it almost impossible for her to react.

Then, he clearly saw this man, who in the eyes of outsiders was always aloof, restrained, and law-abiding, stand up straight, raise his hand to take off his glasses, and step by step approach him.

Tang Luoqing reflexively retreated step by step until she was backed against a wall, with nowhere left to go.

Before her back hit the wall, a large hand wrapped around her back, counteracting the cold, hard touch of the wall against her skin.

Tang Luoqing's breath hitched.

Immediately afterward, the man's burning body temperature wafted through the damp, thin fabric, creating a stark contrast with the biting cold of the rainy night, making Tang Luoqing tremble all over.

"It's better to keep it open."

Zhou Jinbai lowered his head, his lips brushing against Tang Luoqing's trembling eyelashes, his voice low, husky, and seductive: "Then look carefully..."

"Who is the person who cares about you?"

Before he could finish speaking, the man's lips slowly moved to Tang Luoqing's nose, his breath hot and lingering: "Who's waiting for you?"

Finally, Zhou Jinbai's lips pressed against Tang Luoqing's, their hot breaths mingling: "And who is it that wants you?"

The rain suddenly intensified, pounding against the umbrella with a crackling sound.

Tang Luoqing could hear her own heart pounding wildly, so fast it felt like it was about to leap out of her chest.

"Zhou Jinbai...you, please don't do this..."

Even though Zhou Jinbai hadn't actually kissed her eyes, nose, or lips, Tang Luoqing's breathing became even tighter, her body tense and at a loss, and her mind, still reeling from the hurt inflicted by Zhou Yanchen, was plunged into a new vortex.

Meeting the man's deep, intense gaze, Tang Luoqing gasped for breath, her chest heaving violently.

As a thought flashed through her mind, she raised her hands and tried to push Zhou Jinbai away forcefully, her tone urgent: "You, you were going to take me home, weren't you? Then, then take me home."

No matter what, let's get out of here first.

Moreover, Tang Luoqing felt a headache coming on. She didn't know if it was because she had been in the rain too much or because it was too cold tonight. Not only did she have a headache, but she also felt weak and unable to take it anymore.

Zhou Jinbai did not immediately distance himself from Tang Luoqing. Instead, he focused intently on her until Tang Luoqing's heart began to race faster and faster, and her legs grew weaker and weaker. She had no choice but to look away again. Only then did the man respond softly, "Okay."

Immediately, Zhou Jinbai stepped back, increasing the distance between himself and Tang Luoqing.

That night, Tang Luoqing didn't know how she got home.

All she knew was that when she got home, soaking wet, Milk Candy jumped right at her.

Tang Luoqing was in a state of confusion, her mind blank. She wanted to squat down and hug Naitang as usual, but she found that her body was becoming dizzy and she almost fainted.

Zhou Jinbai quickly hugged him, his voice anxious: "How are you? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want to rest?"

He then raised his hand to touch Tang Luoqing's forehead, his expression turning even more grim: "You have a fever."

Tang Luoqing leaned against Zhou Jinbai's chest, belatedly realizing that her body was getting weaker and weaker, and she could barely stand. She was probably really running a fever.

She shook her head, her voice weak: "I'll take a shower first."

Lying in bed soaking wet will definitely make you feel worse; it's better to take a hot shower first to wash away the cold.

"But you..."

Zhou Jinbai seemed to disagree with this approach, but he also knew that although Tang Luoqing was gentle, it was difficult for others to change her mind about what she insisted on, and she also had her own little temper.

"Okay, I'll take you there."

Zhou Jinbai picked up Tang Luoqing from his arms and strode into the bedroom. He went to the en-suite bathroom, placed her on a chair, and then went to get the bathtub.

The water flow is fast, but the bathtub is so big that it won't be full in a short time.

Tang Luoqing couldn't wait any longer and wanted to go into the shower room.

Zhou Jinbai stopped her: "You can't even stand properly, how can you take a bath by yourself? You can get in the bathtub in a bit, it'll be quick."

A few minutes later, the water in the bathtub was about knee-deep. Zhou Jinbai approached Tang Luoqing, half-squatted down, and said softly, "Keep the water running. You can get in now, but turn it off when the water is almost full. Can you do that?"

Tang Luoqing glanced at the increasingly deep bathtub and nodded.

Zhou Jinbai turned and left, still feeling uneasy.

The door closed, and Tang Luoqing took off her wet clothes and sat in the bathtub.

Water splashed from the bathtub, sprinkling onto Tang Luoqing's shivering body. She couldn't help but want to lie down and immerse herself in the hot water, as if that would alleviate the coldness in her body or seal up the wounds that had riddled her heart.

The bathtub was indeed very large. After Tang Luoqing lay down, she didn't even need to bend over. She relaxed, and the water submerged her eyes and nasal cavity.

She never knew that being enveloped in hot water after being soaked by a downpour could feel so warm.

It was so heartwarming that she wanted it to stay that way forever.

Until her consciousness began to fade, something seemed to be suddenly covered over her body, and then she was suddenly pulled out of the water in a panic and held in someone's arms.

"Tang Luoqing, what are you doing? Is it worth it?"

The person holding her tightly whispered hoarse words in her ear. The person's chest was wet, but not cold; it was even a little hot. But it had to be said, it wasn't as comfortable as being in warm water.

Tang Luoqing struggled unhappily for a moment, then looked up and met Zhou Jinbai's flustered and deep eyes.

The man's eyes were undoubtedly beautiful, with deep, dark pupils and long, dark eyelashes.

Tang Luoqing couldn't help but want to raise her hand to touch it, but found that she was wrapped up tightly in the bathrobe and could not move her hand.

The next moment, the man who was holding her tightly lowered his head and his slightly cool lips touched Tang Luoqing's lips.

When she felt unfamiliar lips pressing against hers, Tang Luoqing's heart, which had just calmed down, started racing, and her ears began to ring.

After the man's lips touched hers for a moment, they began to slowly and gently rub against each other.

Tang Luoqing's dizzy mind became even more confused, as if she were drunk and intoxicated.

In a daze, the hand around her waist tightened even more, as if she would leave if he let go.