"Rumble——"
The sound of thunder rang out outside the window, and the flash of lightning cast a glow on the beige curtains.
Liu Qingning instinctively shrank her neck.
Tang Song's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he quietly reached out his right arm, gently wrapping it around her shoulder, his large hand softly grasping her shoulder.
"Pitter-patter——" raindrops beat against the glass window.
The thunderstorm in Shen City in August was like the heartbeats of the two at that moment, intense and rapid.
The round shoulder trembled slightly. Liu Qingning raised her head, pouted at him, "I told you not to move around."
Tang Song smiled, "Thunder and rain, I'm a bit scared, holding you makes me feel safer."
"Liar! You just say that!" Liu Qingning pinched his thigh, not too hard or too light.
Though she said so, she didn't break away, instead, resting her left ear on his chest.
She could faintly hear his heartbeat, much faster than the rain outside.
