Love Letters

Chapter 190: The First Kiss Flavoured Like Orange Soda

He Miao was away for more than ten minutes, and when he came back he bought an umbrella and a lot of medicine.

"Why are you back?"

Xu Mobai's eyes fell on the person in front of him, and he asked in a hoarse voice: "Why did you come back?"

His heart sank when he saw her horrified expression, and died completely when he saw her lift her legs and walk away.

However, she came back.

I squatted in front of him and treated his wound as if nothing had happened.

Seeing her clumsy movements, Xu Mobai stared at her without blinking, and it was indeed He Miao.

My sinking heart began to surface, I took a deep breath, and in an instant I came back to life.

"You must come back. Aren't you still here?"

He Miao replied him subconsciously. She squatted in front of Xu Mobai, took the bag and started taking things out of it.

"You are not afraid?"

Xu Mobai's eyes have not moved away since she came back, and he is now following her movements and staring at her closely.

"afraid."

He Miao did not hide anything. She did not say that her hands and feet were shaking just now, and of course her voice was shaking too.

"Then why did you come back?"

Hearing this, He Miao paused, then looked up at him and said seriously, "Because it's you."

He Miao admitted that she was indeed scared when she saw Xu Mobai's eyes, and her body was honest.

Her legs reacted faster than her brain, and by the time she came to her senses, she had already run away like a deserter.

But the moment she left, she indeed saw Xu Mobai's expression, as if the sky had fallen, and he was even more scared than she was.

Although she was afraid, she knew very clearly that the man was Xu Mobai.

He Miao has a low-key attitude. He is timid when he needs to be timid, and tough when he needs to be tough. If he likes someone, he is like a soft-shelled crab, but if he doesn’t like someone, he is like I am your grandpa.

After all, she still had a conscience. She just ran out of his sight and turned around to go to the supermarket and pharmacy.

"You're bleeding a lot. Does it hurt?"

He Miao asked Xu Mobai to use the flashlight on his phone. The scene was more terrifying than imagined and looked a little shocking.

Xu Mobai shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."

He Miao's hands were shaking, and he was a little flustered. His tone was also tinged with tears. "Disinfect first? Or stop the bleeding first? Or first..."

"He Miao."

His call did not calm her down. At this moment, she was still immersed in thinking about stopping Xu Mobai's bleeding.

"Oh, I forgot I should......"

"Don't shake your hands."

He held her hand, his tone gentle.

"I-I can't control it."

He Miao was a little anxious, almost crying.

The more she cried, the more anxious she became, and the more anxious she became, the more she wanted to cry.

With her hands shaking like Parkinson's, she sobbed softly and weakly.

"Don't be afraid!"

Xu Mobai hugged her gently and brought her closer, "Don't be afraid of me."

Rather than hating him, he was more afraid that she would be afraid, and that she would be afraid of him.

"Jiang Yifeng was sent to the hospital by Li Xiang from their class."

Xu Mobai comforted her softly.

"Ah."

"He just called and said his life is not in danger."

"Ah."

"I will do whatever I promised you."

Xu Mobai held the person tighter in his arms, his voice choked with sobs.

His eyes dimmed, and he looked at her with burning eyes, "So, don't leave me, okay?"

He Miao felt Xu Mobai's body temperature and his warm embrace.

It was a little wet and a little cold, but it couldn't stop the heat from his body.

Half of his face was still buried in her hair, and his right hand was holding her shoulder.

The movements were intimate and natural, as if she was treated as a treasure, yet also as if she was imprisoned, unable to move.

He Miao felt a wetness on the side of his neck, and was startled and stopped what he was doing.

He cried?

Xu Mobai cried!

The wind started to blow as the moon, hidden in the clouds, appeared.

The wind blew away the clouds and today's rain.

Everything around me is still.

She could even hear the water from her hair dripping down her body into the puddle.

She held her scarred shoulders and raised her head.

He is so timid and helpless...

Those eyes, brighter than the moon and cleaner than the breeze, were now staring at her intently, without blinking.

That deep and restrained look was so deep that every time she thought of this scene, she felt as if her heart was being grabbed by someone and she couldn't breathe.

Their eyes met for only a second before He Miao looked away. The wind blew across the young man's broad and strong shoulders and neck, causing his hair to move slightly.

Looking from top to bottom, He Miao saw that he was still holding the red rope in his hand.

"Give me."

She took it from him, then grabbed his hand and tied it carefully.

The people and scenes in front of me overlapped with those in my memory for a moment, and it seemed like a dream...

Xu Mobai was stunned and hadn't reacted yet.

The next second, she took the initiative to hug him, using all her strength.

His pupils suddenly contracted and his heart began to beat!

To him, He Miao's arms are the most comfortable and warmest place in the world.

"Is it a dream? He Miao."

He hugged her back, his right hand gently cupping the back of her head as he buried his lips in the side of her neck and whispered.

"Tell me this isn't a dream."

With a gradually distorted face and tears welling up in his eyes, he said, "You are indeed back."

He Miao had never seen Xu Mobai like this before. He looked like a child who was abandoned after doing something wrong, helpless, uneasy and fragile.

"If this is a dream, I hope you won't wake up."

As He Miao spoke, he pressed his lips on Xu Mobai, who was crying.

Her movements were a little clumsy but there was no hesitation at all, catching people off guard.

It was a summer night with a night breeze blowing after the rain, and the world was just for the two of them.

The umbrella was placed aside, moving gently with the wind, like a little girl in a floral dress dancing gracefully.

She took the initiative to kiss him.

The first kiss of orange soda has a light fruity scent.

Her hug was firm and her kiss was light, but it was enough to soothe his current anxiety.

On the day of our first kiss, memories of the past began to pour down like a drizzle of rain.

Their lips were like two soft petals, touching shyly in the night breeze.

The child who shook his head as if in distress finally revealed a clear smile.

The slowly swirling fallen leaves are lifted up by the small puddles and stained with the colors of summer.

The birds are back!