Chapter 2989 The Touch She Gave Me (1)

The expression on Mo Xier's face froze, and the hand holding the umbrella trembled slightly.

Qing Muchen was still walking forward, his back was straight, his long legs were staggered, and his pace was neither fast nor slow.

The rain was still falling outside, and the big raindrops hit the umbrella with a patter, and the water droplets rolled down the umbrella and splashed on the cobblestone path beside Mo Xier, with a patter, stirring up small splashes of water.

Qing Muchen didn't seem to mind getting wet, and he didn't avoid it from beginning to end.

Mo Xier's behavior just now was actually pure kindness. This was a rare time for her to take the initiative to care about Qing Muchen.

However, what she didn't expect was that in return, she would get such a basin of cold water.

Mo Xier looked at his back expressionlessly, still standing stiffly in the same place, with no intention of chasing after him.

Why did she care about him?

For someone like him, what was the big deal even if he got a little rain?

Why should she care about him when he wouldn't get sick even if he soaked in an ice lake in winter?

The garden of the Mo family is not big, but the cobblestone path leading to the main house is a long circle.

On the way, I met several servants who happened to pass by. When they saw Qing Muchen here, they seemed to want to send an umbrella over, but he refused coldly.

Mo's mother was in the living room at this time. The mother-in-law always felt sorry for her son-in-law.

Seeing Qing Muchen whose clothes were already soaked, she exclaimed and walked out with an umbrella, "Oh, Muchen, why didn't you bring an umbrella?"

Glancing towards the door, she caught a glimpse of Mo Xier who was watching this scene coldly. Mo's mother scolded her, "Xier, what are you doing? Muchen is soaked like this?"

What does it have to do with me?

Mo Xier was yelled at by her and looked innocent.

"Why don't you bring the umbrella over?" Seeing that she didn't respond, Mo's mother scolded again.

"Mom, don't you have an umbrella in your hand?" Mo Xier still stood stiffly and ignored her.

"Bring it over if I tell you to!" Mo's mother suddenly hated her for not knowing the tact.

Mo Xier had no choice but to hold the umbrella and walk towards the two of them.

Her steps were very slow, as if she was extremely reluctant.

Qing Muchen, who had always been ignoring her kindness, stood quietly and did not continue to walk into the house, whether it was to cooperate with Mo's mother or for some other reason.

He stared at her quietly from the corner of his eyes.

Mo Xier was still walking towards him, step by step as if dragged out.

Mo's mother couldn't stand her being so tepid, and when she was about to get close, she stretched out her hand and pulled her over.

She moved the umbrella in her hand halfway to cover Qing Muchen, and Mo's mother smiled, "Okay, you two go in, I have something else to do."

She left after saying a word.

"Let's go!" Mo Xier held the umbrella and walked into the house one step ahead of Qing Muchen.

Qing Muchen didn't refuse this time, letting her shield him from the rain, and he didn't mean to take the umbrella.

There was a height difference between Mo Xier and Qing Muchen, and the rain was falling. In order to take care of Qing Muchen, she held the umbrella high.

As soon as the umbrella was held high, the rain outside the umbrella was blown by the wind and splashed on her face and body.

Mo Xier took a few steps and her steps froze.

Qing Muchen just glanced at her indifferently, still ignoring her, and without any shame.

He was like this, which made Mo Xier suddenly want to kick him.

Helplessly, this was the Mo family, and she didn't dare to act rashly.

Keeping the umbrella in her hand, she continued to help him block the rain and walk into the house.