Moore Audrey felt comforted in her heart; she was remembered by someone…
When they reached the door, the little girl thought for a moment and bent down to roll up the cuffs of her pants.
At that moment, Thompson Miguel was opening the umbrella, and Moore Audrey turned her head to look, not thinking much:
“Thompson Miguel, I rolled up your cuffs for you~”
Then she casually turned around and seriously helped the boy roll up his cuffs.
Thompson Miguel watched the little girl rolling up his cuffs, his right hand holding the umbrella handle moved slightly.
When Moore Audrey stood up, satisfied, and smiled up at him, Thompson Miguel’s gaze deepened.
His hand involuntarily reached out to touch the little girl’s head, but as soon as his fingers brushed against her delicate warmth, he immediately withdrew it.
Before Moore Audrey could express her confusion:
“You just got a couple of raindrops on your forehead!”
Moore Audrey froze for a moment, then raised her hand to touch her forehead, and indeed it was a bit wet.
But the joy of being able to go home was enough to keep the little girl focused, so she cast aside other thoughts.
The two of them squeezed under the umbrella and stepped into the rain curtain. Moore Audrey immediately felt the scattered raindrops splashing in, and instinctively turned to look at the boy.
In an instant, she caught sight of his shoulder, which was half wet, and exclaimed loudly, standing on tiptoe to push the umbrella a bit more over to him:
“Why are you tilting the umbrella? Look, you’re getting wet!”
Thompson Miguel was taken aback, first glancing down at the hand she had placed on his, then turning to look at his wet shoulder.
Feeling the little girl’s determined attitude, he shifted the umbrella in accordance with her force. Moore Audrey suddenly remembered something and touched her own jacket, exclaiming:
“Thompson Miguel, you should wear your jacket!”
Thompson Miguel glanced at her:
“You wear it…”
Then he looked at the increasingly vigorous rain and said:
“Let’s squeeze in a bit more…”
Moore Audrey was taken aback and responded, but the boy had already made a decision, raising his hand to pull her a bit closer.
Their bare arms pressed tightly together, sticky with rain, followed by the warmth of their bodies.
Moore Audrey felt a bit silly; her back trembled slightly at the moment the boy embraced her, and then she felt herself suddenly heat up.
Not knowing how to interpret it, she recalled the Thompson Miguel from her dream last night, smiling at her with a face full of affection.
Her heart inexplicably filled with excitement and joy.
Just like that, the two of them held the umbrella and rushed to her home. Although they were sheltered, the rain was still too heavy, and they were unsurprisingly a bit wet.
Thompson Miguel dropped Moore Audrey off at her doorstep, exchanged a few words, said goodbye, and turned to head home.
Moore Audrey stood at the door, watching the boy’s back for two seconds, staring at his damp back for another two seconds, and suddenly remembered her jacket.
She suddenly called out to him:
“Thompson Miguel!”
The boy turned back in the rain, holding the umbrella.
The little girl bent down, hugging her arms as she rushed in front of him, trying hard to tiptoe and raise her hand to drape the jacket he had given her earlier over him.
Then she cheerfully said:
“Hurry home!”
After that, she bent down and dashed back to her own door, waving her hand at him.
Thompson Miguel was momentarily stunned, then seemed to react, glancing down at the jacket on him, and as he turned, a smile crept onto his lips, his eyes overflowing with a kind of affection he didn’t even realize.
Moore Audrey watched Thompson Miguel disappear down the path in front of her door, tilted her head, smiled slightly, and turned to go inside.
Since she was already wet, the little girl decided to just sit down at the door to change her shoes.
While changing her shoes, she thought about things and couldn’t help but smile foolishly.
After all… she couldn’t quite explain why, but just thinking about Thompson Miguel’s dazed expression when she draped the jacket over him made her inexplicably happy.
Thompson Miguel’s expressionless face… actually showed that kind of expression in front of her… it felt so romantic
Next time, maybe she could try to see if Thompson Miguel would show other expressions.
Thinking this, the little girl chuckled happily and ran upstairs to her room to take a shower and change clothes.
Meanwhile, Thompson Miguel arrived home, still wearing the jacket, which made Mrs. Thompson pause for a moment, puzzled:
“What are you doing?”
