A gentle breath brushed past Cui Yun's ear, feeling somewhat ticklish. Cui Yun casually responded, and then said, "The umbrella is propped up now."
As soon as his voice fell, Shen Hua replied with a nasal sound, and was promptly carried out of the school building on Cui Yun's back.
Shen Hua: ...
So, this time you aren't even saying it's an offense?
Shen Hua didn't have time to ponder deeply, as her attention quickly shifted to the umbrella surface that was about to collapse under the force of the wind.
The girl lacked strength, and soon felt a sourness in her wrist. A loss of grip caused the umbrella to tilt haphazardly.
Just as the umbrella was about to slant the next moment, Cui Yun's eyes dimmed, and he called out solemnly.
"Ying Yi!"
Before his words had settled, a shadow charged forth and caught the umbrella tumbling out of Shen Hua's hands in the blink of an eye, so fast that not a drop of rain fell on the girl.
