Quick Transmigration: When a Delicate Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder

The still immature voice of a child came from below. She lowered her head and saw the girl carrying the basket. She had double buds, roughly as high as her waist, with a sweet smile on her face.

The basket was raised in her sight by two hands. There were still water drops on the gardenia petals, and the leaves were green. It looked like they were freshly picked not long ago. She asked again, "Sister, would you like to buy a flower?"

He looked at her eagerly, with expectation in his eyes, "I just picked them today. I picked them carefully."

Ruan Ruan took the basket from her hand, bent slightly to talk to her, and unconsciously changed his tone, "Then I'll take it all, and I'll ask that brother for the money."

When he turned to look at Song Shi, his eyes were still bent, "Husband."

He paid her, and the girl thanked her and ran away, her voice sounding very happy. Ruan Ruan took out a gardenia from the basket, gave the basket to him, put his nose close to smell the fragrance of the flowers, and said with a smile, " Let’s raise them all when we go back.”

The flower he had smelled in his hand was brought to his nose again, "Does it smell good?"

He hummed lightly.

The pale fingers with distinct joints reached into the basket, broke off a flower, and said, "Lower your head."

Looking up at him, his head was slightly lowered. She kept this position without moving. The extra weight between her buns was not obvious, but she had already imagined his movements when tying the hairpin in her mind.

When she raised her eyes, she met his eyes. He kept looking at her. She saw her shrunken figure in his eyes, with a hint of white in her black hair. She touched it weakly and asked with a smile, "Does it look good?"

Song Shi hugged her into his arms, not caring that they were outside. He rubbed her shoulder and placed a slightly hot kiss on the side of her neck. She left her at the first touch. She still felt a little cold, but there was something in her voice. The smile seemed to be doting, "It's beautiful."

Ruan Ruan pushed him, and the warmth spread from the kiss, and her face quickly turned red. She subconsciously looked at the people around her, but luckily no one looked this way.

Pushing him a little harder, he felt her struggle and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ruan Ruan buried her whole body into his chest, and the voice that came out was muffled, "Someone will see it."

Forget about hugging him, he actually...

"I want to go back!

Before she finished speaking, cold liquid dripped on her body. She raised her head, and a few raindrops fell on her face. It was going to rain.

The streets were deserted, and they went back in the rain. The rain got heavier. When it drizzled, they hid under the nearest eaves. He went to buy an umbrella from the only shop still open.

The thin summer shirt was stained with water and clung to my body, making it a little uncomfortable, but I didn't feel cold yet.

He came out of the shop, holding the flower basket and the oil-paper umbrella in the same hand. Ruan Ruan watched him open the umbrella and cross diagonally across the street, took the initiative to greet him, and got under the umbrella to block the rain, "Husband! "

The sleeve of his free hand wiped the water droplets on her face, "I'm going back."

Ruan Ruan took the initiative to take the flower basket in his hand and held it in front of her. His shoulders were held by him. The wide sleeves of her robe also covered some of the cold rain. Her high body temperature came through the light clothes and she came closer. .

The sound of raindrops falling on the surface of the oil-paper umbrella became louder and louder. The rainwater flowing down the edge of the umbrella gathered into small streams and almost continuously splashed around the feet, soaking the shoes and socks.

It was as if a whole world had been separated again. Under the umbrella, there was only the sound of rain and him.

The hem was also soaked by the rain. The oil-paper umbrella had only a slight effect. If I trotted back quickly, the water splashed up even more.

There is one more chapter that I really can’t finish. I have a lecture tomorrow and I’m afraid I won’t be able to get up. I’ll finish it tomorrow.