Every world is full of ghosts and monsters begging for hugs

Minghu Manor is very large, and Bai Yao will walk around when she is bored, perhaps discovering some interesting little things, and the backyard naturally has the most "surprises".

He Mian was cleaning up the debris under the wooden house, but he couldn't help but glance at the girl on the other side. Of course, she didn't disturb his work, she was just wandering around because she was bored.

Bai Yao was wearing a little white dress today, her long hair was tied into a youthful and lively bun, and she was wearing a pair of little white shoes, which made her legs look white and long.

She has so many skirts that she can wear a different one every day.

Are all girls in the world as particular as she is?

He Mian suppressed his unnecessary curiosity and looked away.

Bai Yao found an abandoned well. She walked over curiously, put her hands on the brick edge of the well, and looked down. The deep dark passage was littered with dead leaves and branches.

When the wind blew, Bai Yao felt a little cold on the back of her neck.

Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed her arm and pulled her back several steps.

His movements were too hasty and Bai Yao staggered and almost fell. Fortunately, he supported her shoulders in time to prevent her from falling to the ground.

Bai Yao raised her eyes and looked at him, with confusion and surprise in her eyes.

He Mian must have run over. His breathing had lost its steady rhythm, his hair was slightly disheveled, and his black eyes were fixed on her, or rather, staring at her side.

He took a step to the side, blocking the slightly cold wind, and loosened his grip on her hand, "This dry well is very deep. It's dangerous to stand next to it."

Bai Yao rubbed her arm which was still a little painful from his grip. She was still surprised as to why he had such a big reaction, but she still said: "I know, thank you for reminding me."

He Mian doesn't like to meddle in other people's affairs, because once he does, it means that there will be interpersonal involvement, which also means trouble.

His sudden rush out just now was just an accident. He lowered his eyes, walked around Bai Yao, and went back to the wooden house to continue working.

The person behind me suddenly asked: "Are you hurt?"

He Mian stopped and looked back at her.

Bai Yao looked at his face, "There are scars on your face..."

He Mian subconsciously raised his hand to cover the right half of his face, lowering his head even lower. He said in a dull voice, "I was accidentally scratched by a branch yesterday."

These are scratches made by a woman's fingernails and have absolutely nothing to do with the tree branch.

He said: "It's going to rain soon, you should go back quickly."

Then he stopped talking and walked quickly back to the cabin.

Bai Yao looked up at the gloomy sky. It was covered with dark clouds and the wind started to blow. The shadows of the trees were swaying randomly. It was indeed going to rain.

Minghu Town has a humid climate, and it often blows and rains.

When Bai Yao first moved here, she had the opportunity to experience a long period of continuous rain. The air was humid, the clothes were damp, and even the bed seemed damp. To be honest, this town is really not easy to like.

A drop of water fell on Bai Yao's face.

She raised her hand and wiped it away, "Ah, it's raining already."

He Mian stood under the wooden house and glanced at the little white shoes on her feet. If she walked in the rain, the shoes would get dirty.

Bai Yao was still standing outside stupidly without moving.

He turned his back and squatted, busy pouring paint into the bucket, and said lightly: "This rain should last for a while, you can wait a while before leaving."

He Mian heard footsteps. He could feel the girl standing behind him and he straightened his back.

He also didn't understand. She was the owner of the manor, so why did she have to wait for him to ask before she was willing to come in to shelter from the rain? Moreover, he, who least liked to meddle in other people's affairs, just said this sentence as she wished.

He Mian felt inexplicably annoyed and was sulking at himself.

The rain poured down in torrents, and the raindrops hit the leaves in the forest and the wildly growing grape vines. The chaotic sound of the raindrops was like an omnipresent dense net that trapped the young man's heartbeat.

This was also the first time Bai Yao stepped into this wooden house. Before, she only took a look from the outside when she passed by. Now that she walked in, she found that the place had been cleaned and renovated very well.

Her mother said that she wanted to turn this place into a library, and now the shelves for placing books have been made, just waiting for the books to be put on them.

Bai Yao asked: "Did you do this too?"

He Mian raised his eyes.

She placed her fingers gently on the bookshelf, feeling the texture of the wood with her fingertips, and there was curiosity in her eyes, as if she was studying something more interesting through this bookshelf.

He Mian retracted his gaze, "Yes, I did it."

Bai Yao came over and squatted beside him, "What are you doing now?"

He answered: "Preparing the paint for the boards."

"That way, the cabin won't be damaged by bugs or damp so easily, right?"

He Mian nodded, "Yeah."

Bai Yao held her chin with both hands and muttered, "If you hadn't helped me fix the wardrobe last time, I wouldn't have known that wooden objects require such complicated protection steps. You really know a lot."

He Mian paused his movements, his lips twitched slightly, and he wanted to say something, but held back.

He heard from Aunt Fang that she was a good student and her college entrance examination scores must be good. After the summer vacation, she will be able to go to a good university to continue her studies.

And he, whose life was a mess and who was forced to leave school early because of life, was not worthy of her affirmation in that tone in front of her.

Bai Yao suddenly covered her mouth and sneezed.

He Mian temporarily stopped what he was doing. He stood up and walked over to close the door, blocking out the rain and fog that were blowing in from the outside, as well as the cold air.

But with the door closed, it is not appropriate for a man and a woman to be alone in the same room.

He Mian consciously carried his tools to the corner, staying far away from her so that she would not feel uncomfortable because of the presence of the opposite sex in the small space.

Bai Yao didn't disturb him while he was working. She walked around the house and looked around, but she didn't feel bored.

He Mian was concentrating on organizing the things in his hands, and seemed to be focused, but in the environment of the drizzling rain, her footsteps were so noisy and harsh. He tried not to pay attention to the noisy sound, but it backfired. Her movements kept echoing in his ears.

For the first time, He Mian hoped that the rain would stop soon. This house was too small and too stuffy. It was too crowded for two people inside.

"He Mian."

The voice came from above him, and the moment he raised his head subconsciously, he saw her face so close to him.

Bai Yao leaned forward, her eyes curved into lovely crescents, her cheerful smile added a bit of brightness to her beauty. She held out the thing in her hand, "Who is the person in the photo?"