Jiang Weicheng was woken up when the car was approaching. The rain was still falling outside the car window. She was leaning on the back of her chair while the boy beside her was looking down at his mobile phone.

"I am asleep?"

She moved her neck, but the boy didn't look at her and hummed softly.

When the car stopped, she went to get her phone, but he had already scanned the taxi's QR code with his phone: "You gave me money, I'll come."

The rain had lightened up a lot, so Huo Xichen gave her the umbrella and got out of the car from the other side.

She opened the umbrella and didn't take more than two steps. Her thin heels got stuck in the cracks of the stone bricks in the old street and couldn't get out. She let out a low cry, lost her center of gravity and fell to the side.

A strong hand held her wrist. This hand had distinct joints and thin, white and long fingers, but it held her firmly.

Jiang Weicheng held an umbrella in one hand and a bag in the other, standing on one foot, with the other high heel still stuck in the gap between the stone bricks, looking a little embarrassed.

"I come."

The young man squatted down and was unable to help her.

She was wearing thin high-heeled shoes, and she was not very stable on the slippery stone tiles. He looked up at her, patted his knees, and said, "Step here."

She didn't hesitate much. After all, it was better to resolve the situation quickly.

The woman's shiny white toes touched his knees. She was not wearing socks. Her toes were delicate, white and fleshy, and were painted with lavender nail polish, which made the whole foot pink and white.

Huo Xichen was a little desperate for himself. How sick could he be to have such thoughts?

He pursed his lips and reached out to pull out the high-heeled shoes stuck in the cracks of the bricks. He probably used too much force. When the shoes came out, they made a crisp clicking sound. The heel and sole were separated, leaving only one layer.

Thin leather connects.

He was a little confused, holding up the broken high-heeled shoes and looking up at her.

"I did not do it on purpose."

The boy looked panicked, as if he didn't understand why he broke the heel of his shoe just by pulling it out gently.

Jiang Weicheng wanted to laugh again, but she held back: "It's okay, I can still wear it."

The heel of the shoe was broken, so of course it could be worn, but the high heels were originally high, and the tapered heel was a full eight centimeters. After she put it on, she had to walk on tiptoes, but she still walked with a limp.

Turned.

He walked around in front of her in a few steps, and lowered himself with his back to her: "I'll carry you, Teacher Jiang."

Jiang Weicheng felt that she should be glad that she was wearing nine-cent length jeans today. Even if she was being carried on his back, she wouldn't feel any embarrassment.

The old street is very long, and her house is very far inside, so it takes a long time to walk.

The boy was very obedient, clenching his fists and clasping her legs with his elbows, a very gentlemanly gesture.

She held his shoulder with one hand and held the umbrella with the other, listening to the subtle sound of light rain hitting the umbrella.

It was past eleven o'clock in the evening, and most of the residents on this street had gone to sleep. The surroundings were very quiet, and only the dim yellow street lights accompanied them along the way.

"Xiaochen, thank you today."

Her voice came from behind his ear, and her breath stirred slightly, bringing an itch that was hard to ignore, bit by bit, heading towards his heart.

"You're welcome."

He heard his own somewhat stiff answer.

Huo Xichen frowned, almost habitually resisting the strange feeling in his heart.

Tell yourself that this is just a mask she puts on in front of others.

Tell yourself that it would be the best thing to increase her favor.

But deep down in his heart, because of this thank you, there was still a hint of sweetness that was so faint that even he himself was not aware of it...

Huo Xichen is going to start school next week. He has been staying with her for more than a week, but she has never seen his father come to her door, and she has never even received a phone call.

As he said at the beginning, except for the few T-shirts and a pair of pants in the denim backpack before, as well as some miscellaneous supplies and the shoes he wore, he really never brought any other items.

Jiang Weicheng originally wanted to buy it for him, but felt that it was not suitable. In the end, he simply drew a draft by himself and started making it directly.

Men's clothing may seem easy to make, but it's actually not much easier than women's clothing because there are fewer styles. If you want to stand out, you have to work hard on the details.

Fortunately, I am only making a few daily T-shirts, and it only takes an hour from writing to cutting.

By Sunday afternoon, two T-shirts and a pair of loose semi-casual trousers were all ready.

Huo Xichen watched with some astonishment as she took the clothes off the model and stuffed them into his arms: "Go and try it on."

She didn't measure his size beforehand, so she relied on visual observation. However, this was not a close-fitting suit, so she could roughly tell it with just a few glances.

"Made for me?"

In the past two days, he had been handing over fabrics and pressing rulers, but he never thought that these two pieces of clothing were actually made for him.

She hummed and returned the tools on the table to their places one by one.

He didn't hear the boy's footsteps next to him, so he turned back rather strangely: "Why don't you try -"

The next words were interrupted by his sudden movement to hug her.

He grabbed her shoulders and took advantage of his height to hold her in his arms.

Jiang Weicheng still held a soft ruler and scissors in his hand, and he paused stiffly in the air, unable to react for a moment.

The young and refreshing breath of a boy came to her face, with the vitality of youth. She frowned, and just as she was about to struggle, he had already let go of her.

She raised her head and faced his bright smiling face. The smile was so clean and clear, as if he hugged her just because he was happy.

"Thank you, I'm so happy!"

There was a bright light in the young man's eyes, "This is the first time someone has made clothes for me!"

Seeing that he was so happy, she couldn't say anything: "It's just a few clothes, try them on. If the size doesn't fit, you can change them. The threads haven't been completely trimmed. If they fit, bring them over and let me finish them."

"

"Um!"

He responded and entered the room holding the clothes.

The door closed, the young man's smile fell, and he frowned irritably.

Her heart was beating violently in her chest. If she had let her go a little later, she would have noticed this strange heartbeat.

It was all because of this season, because his clothes were too thin, and it was the first time for him to hold a girl in his arms. He couldn't control the strength at once, and she clung too tightly to him, so that he could clearly feel the difference between her and himself...

He was irritated, annoyed, and a little inexplicably panicked. He pulled his hair and walked to the dressing mirror to change clothes, only to find that the corners of his lips were raised.

Damn, it’s like seeing a ghost!

He finally sacrificed his appearance, but she seemed unresponsive. What is his situation now?

However, things that made Huo Xichen even more irritated were yet to come.

That night, he had a dream in which he was hugging someone.

Her waist and limbs are slender and soft, and her long hair hangs down from her slender shoulders, carrying a light fragrance.

She gently stroked his cheek and placed his hand gently on her heart.

"Did you hear my heartbeat?"

The woman in the dream spoke.

He couldn't see her face clearly, he could only feel that her fingertips were as soft as clouds, and the feeling almost drove him crazy.
Chapter completed!