Riding the Wind and Asking the Moon-Go to Your Room (52)

"Uncle, don't go. I beg you, don't go…" Zuo Yue hugged him tightly behind him, as if she was afraid that he would disappear once she let go.

Xu Chengfeng stood where he was without moving. Zuo Yue could feel that there was still some soup left on his back where he had been scalded. At this moment, it had been blown very cold by the wind, but through the wet white shirt, she could see that his back was already red.

How could such boiling hot soup not burn him?

Grandpa's throwing was really accurate. He only threw a few things, but they all hit Xu Chengfeng.

The cold wind blew, and Zuo Yue stood behind him trembling. He felt the girl's trembling behind him, and all the softness of her body was tightly pressed against him. Xu Chengfeng frowned, and he did not know whether those angry emotions were gradually dissipated by the soft trembling behind him or by the cold wind.