My girlfriend is from the future!

Chapter 637 A Short Story in the Rain

The rain from the sky seemed endless, as if it would soak the entire city and the two disheveled figures on the shore.

He Tianran and Wen Liang locked eyes.

The makeup on the girl's face, smudged by her own hands, was still wet, but instead of making her look pitiful, it accentuated her arrogance and stubbornness, bringing out a kind of innate, fierce "spirit"...

But that "strength" only lasted for a few seconds.

When Wen Liang released her hands that were cupping He Tianran's cheeks, her body swayed violently, as if she couldn't stand up straight. She hissed and gasped for breath, barely managing to steady herself by holding onto the iron railing beside her.

"what happened?"

He Tianran's brain, which had been reeling from the shouting, finally came to its senses. Realizing that something was wrong with the girl, he immediately stepped forward and supported her on the other side.

"foot……"

Wen Liang gritted her teeth, a bead of cold sweat appearing on her forehead. "Just now... I twisted my ankle while walking, and then I got hurt by a pebble."

Her bare ankle did indeed show a small swollen curve under the dim streetlights.

He Tianran looked at the muddy foot and then at her pale face, and a feeling he couldn't quite describe welled up inside him.

He didn't say anything, but silently turned around in front of her, slightly bent his knees, and squatted down.

"..."

Wen Liang was taken aback.

"Come up..."

He Tianran's voice was still that low, feignedly sober tone:
"I'll carry you back to the hotel first; it's not good for us to stay out in the rain."

Wen Liang looked at the broad back of the man in front of her, without being pretentious or saying thank you.

She simply lay down silently, her arms naturally wrapping around the man's neck.

The soaking wet shirt He Tianran was wearing, carrying a mixture of rain, tobacco, and a hint of alcohol, instantly filled the girl's nostrils, making her feel slightly tipsy and her face flushed...

He Tianran lifted her up by supporting her legs with both hands, and easily carried her on his back.

Am I... am I heavy?

Behind him, Wen Liang blurted out a sentence out of the blue.

"What, if I said it was heavy, you'd get off and walk by yourself?"

The cool warmth nestled against his back, her face buried in the dampness of his neck, her voice muffled as if she were grumbling:
"You're a grown man, and you said you'd carry me, so even if it's heavy, you have to carry me back!"

He Tianran didn't say anything more, but carried her on his back and started walking back towards the hotel.

The raindrops hit his face, feeling icy, but perhaps because his back was closer to his heart, the soft body pressed against his back carried a warmth that could dry each other's damp souls, making He Tianran's heart feel warm as well.

The black Mercedes-Benz G-Class remained like a ghost, its lights off, slowly following along the road not far away.

Wen Liang had just rested her chin on He Tianran's shoulder and turned her head to catch a glimpse of Wu Xiao's familiar silhouette through the rain.

A fleeting glint of... a woman's "little thoughts" flashed in her eyes, which had just recovered.

She didn't want anyone to bother her.

She didn't want the man to bear the social identities of "director" or "boss"; all she wanted was the "He Tianran" who was carrying her on his back.

So, taking advantage of He Tianran's slightly lowered head due to the rain, she quietly turned her face towards the direction of the G-Class and quickly raised her hand—

Wen Liang didn't wave, but instead raised her index finger towards the direction of the G-Class, placed it on her smeared lips, and made a "shh" gesture.

Then, the girl waved her hand very quickly and almost playfully...

It means: "Brother Wu, thanks, this is none of your business."

The windshield wipers on the G-Class seemed to pause for a second.

Looking out the car window at Xiao Wen, who was clinging to his boss's back and daring to "command" him, Wu Xiao's dark face probably showed a bitter smile that was both helpless and compelled to obey.

He finally understood... why Boss He's first requirement for him was to keep quiet.

If Brother Wen found out that his daughter got into this state in the middle of the night, in the rain, for a man, what would happen then...?

Finally, amidst Wu Xiao's hesitation, the G-Wagon's taillights flashed once, and it silently turned into another side road, disappearing into the rainy night.

"What are you doing?"

He Tianran felt a cool sensation moving on his back.

"No...nothing," Wen Liang quickly put her hands back to his chest and hugged him even tighter. "Your suit...slipped down."

Wen Liang tightened the suit jacket draped over her shoulders and buried her face back in her arms.

Now, it really is just the two of them left.

The atmosphere between the two seemed to have become a bit more... sticky because of the rainy day.

He Tianran carried Wen Liang on his back, step by step, on the wet stone path.

This was probably the quietest stretch of road the two of them had ever traveled.

It was so quiet that He Tianran could clearly feel his own heartbeat in his chest, following the cool breaths by his ears, one breath, two breaths, one inhale, one exhale, as if an ambiguous symphony was playing in this rainy night.

His back felt very hot.

It was a cool body temperature, which stubbornly and continuously transmitted through two layers of soaked fabric.

"Hey……"

Wenliang, who was lying on his back, suddenly lifted her face up a little from the crook of his neck.

"...Does the other half of your face still hurt?"

She was referring to the slap she had just given.

He Tianran kept walking, still stubbornly insisting:
"...It's still better than your foot."

"Hmph," a cool breath tickled the man's neck, "Serves you right."

After she finished speaking, she buried her face back down and deliberately rubbed it against someone's finger, like a cat that had just finished a fight, was disobedient, and started rubbing against someone's finger for no reason.

……

He Tianran carried her on his back, skillfully bypassing the hotel's main entrance, and through the VIP elevator at the side entrance, swiped his room card and went straight to the presidential suite floor.

"drop."

The door opened, and a rush of warm, dry air rushed in. He was about to close it when Wen Liang kicked it shut behind him. He Tianran was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, thinking that this woman really couldn't stay still; even in this situation, she still wanted to cause him trouble…

"What are you laughing at?" Wen Liang patted his shoulder.

"It's nothing, I just feel like I'm carrying a donkey on my back, and I like to kick it around."

He Tianran shook his head and carried her through the entrance hall.

"Ha~ I wonder who's more like a donkey, anyway, it's always the donkey carrying people~"

Wen Liang on his back was smug and quick-witted, but He Tianran was too lazy to argue with her. He didn't put her down until they reached the door of the ridiculously spacious bathroom in the master bedroom.

"hiss……"

As soon as Wenliang's injured foot touched the ground, another piercing pain shot through her.

"Wash yourself first, then apply the medicine. If it's too serious, I'll ask Brother Wu to take you to the hospital later."

He Tianran didn't look at her, but went straight to the washbasin, took out the first-aid kit from the cabinet. This kind of emergency medicine is always kept in a hotel of this level.

"I'll go find room service and get you a clean set of women's pajamas."

"No..." Wen Liang grabbed his wrist.

He Tianran was taken aback and turned to look at her.

“Stop yelling,” she shook her head and pointed to his black velvet bathrobe hanging on the hanger. “I’ll just wear yours.”

"..."

"What?" Wen Liang saw that he didn't move, and pulled out a dirty, teasing smile. "Afraid that I'll make you get your clothes dirty?"

He Tianran ignored her teasing and calmly replied:
"Oh, I forgot, there are plenty of pajamas in this apartment, and there's more than one place to shower. You can wear any of these pajamas, I'll go shower in the guest room."

He Tianran pulled his hand away, stuffed the first-aid kit into her arms, and then grabbed the bathrobe from the closet and tossed it to her as if throwing away a hot potato.

"You have an injury on your foot, don't take a bath, just rinse it off and come out quickly."

He, who had always seemed calm, turned and left after saying those words, his back view even showing a hint of panicked escape.

Wen Liang watched him disappear through the door, then smiled to herself. Her smile held a hint of triumph, and a touch of... a gentleness only she could understand.

……

Twenty minutes later.

He Tianran had finished showering. He was wearing another bathrobe, his hair was still dripping wet, and he was holding a cup of freshly poured hot water when he walked into the living room.

Wenliang is already there.

Wrapped in her large black velvet bathrobe, she sat on the carpet, painstakingly applying medicine to her swollen, red ankle.

She had washed her face clean, removing the grotesque makeup and revealing a clean, pale, yet still delicate face.

He Tianran walked over, put the water glass in her hand, then naturally squatted down and took the cotton swabs and ointment from her hand.

"I come."

"……Oh."

Wenliang was unusually obedient, holding the water cup quietly.

The man's movements were very light, even a little clumsy.

The hands of a "writer" are used to weaving conspiracies and intrigues; when have they ever done this kind of work of serving others?
The cool ointment was applied to the red and swollen area, and Wenliang let out a soft "ah".

"pain?"

"...Would you like to try?"

He Tianran didn't look up, but he lightened the pressure on his hands.

The living room was so quiet that only the sound of rain continuing outside the window could be heard.

This rare moment of quiet between warmth and coolness allowed the "writer's" soul, which was surrounded by countless interests and calculations at this moment, to have a different experience, which was different from the warmth he felt when facing Cao Aiqing...

If Ai Qing brought him a harbor where he could finally dock after weathering storms, it was a healing and peaceful place where he could let down his guard and rest in peace.

So, the lukewarm temperature could very well be another storm brewing.

She is neither quiet nor "healing".

She is like a glass of strong liquor, the best painkiller when you are hurt. She is spicy and burns your throat, but she also has the most deadly attraction that can make people "intoxicated".

She can rouse the despondent, awaken the numb, and at the same time, she can also lead people astray.

Writers are afraid of this feeling...

He Tianran squatted down in front of her, still holding the tube of ointment in his hand, his movements somewhat sluggish as he pondered.

At that moment, Wenliang's uninjured foot, which had just been washed and was still damp from the bathroom, suddenly moved.

The cool, gentle toes curled slightly, and then... lightly, with an almost casual probing motion, touched the wrist of He Tianran, who was holding her injured foot.

The movement was very light, yet it felt like an electric current.

He Tianran suddenly raised his head.

"Hey……"

Her cool voice carried a playful yet aggressive quality.

She didn't look into the man's eyes, but instead looked down at her toe, which was positioned right on his wrist.

"He Tianran..."

She asked that incisive question in a seemingly casual tone:

"Do you feel the same way about Cao Aiqing?"

"...How does it feel?"

Wen Liang smiled.

"that is……"

As if on purpose, her toes slowly slid an inch up his wrist.