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When the people around heard the words "report to the authorities" and saw the dark lines on the banknotes and the panic of the shopkeeper, they immediately started to make a commotion and took out their banknotes to check. Soon, someone found something wrong. The situation got out of control in an instant. Some people found that their banknotes were also fake and cried for the shopkeeper to give an explanation. Some people rushed to the rice pile, grabbed a handful of rice and carefully checked it, and found that it was indeed mixed with fine sand. Taking advantage of the chaos, Xie Yao quietly pulled my sleeve and led me out of the noisy rice shop. His fingers were cold, but they had a reassuring power. As soon as I went out, bean-sized raindrops poured down without any warning. People on the street fled in all directions, looking for a place to hide from the rain. The world instantly became blurry and wet. Xie Yao quickly opened an oil-paper umbrella. The umbrella surface was a calm green color, protecting me under the umbrella and isolating me from the cold rain. The umbrella was narrow, so we had to get very close. His familiar Agarwood scent mixed with the freshness of rain and the smell of soil hit me in the face, forming a strange, palpitating atmosphere. He held the umbrella with one hand, with distinct joints and slightly bent fingertips, as if he wanted to block the splashing raindrops for me, or as if it was an inadvertent protective gesture. His arm occasionally touched my sleeve, and an amazing heat came over me, so hot that it seemed to evaporate the rain. In this cold rainy night, his body temperature seemed so abnormal, forming a sharp contrast with his slightly cool fingertips. This heat penetrated the clothes and burned my skin, making me shudder violently. I secretly glanced at him, his profile seemed a little blurry in the rain and fog, and there was a hint of imperceptible fatigue in his phoenix eyes, but he did not look weak because of the sudden heat. Instead, it was a restrained, burning temperature, like a piece of charcoal hidden under the ice and snow, which could burst out with amazing heat at any time. I suddenly remembered some rumors, records about some strange physical conditions, and...his experience of being abducted and wandering around when he was a child. Are those experiences related to his abnormal body temperature today?
These thoughts flashed through my mind, suppressing the excitement of uncovering the conspiracy, replaced instead by an inexplicable worry and a strong desire to explore, as if an invisible hand had grasped my heart.
The air still carried the freshness washed by the rain, mingled with the damp scent of earth and grass.
I felt his arm, holding the umbrella, occasionally brush against my sleeve. The astonishing warmth penetrated the fabric, searing my skin, as if an invisible flame burned within him.
That temperature was so unusual, contrasting sharply with his cool fingertips, sending a shiver down my spine yet offering an indescribable sense of reassurance.
We returned to the Liang Residence. As we stepped through the gate, Sister Liang Yulan happened to walk by. She was dressed in luxurious satin, her face adorned with a carefully disguised gentle smile, but her eyes concealed a cold scrutiny.
"Oh dear, Liu Liu, where have you been? Why are you with Third Young Master Xie?"
Liang Yulan's gaze swept over me before settling on Xie Yao. Her smile deepened slightly, carrying a hint of subtle seduction and assertion.
"Yulan has met Third Young Master Xie."
Xie Yao merely nodded slightly, his expression distant. "Miss Liang is being polite."
I was about to explain the matter regarding the rice shop when Liang Yulan had already picked up the teacup from the maid's hands. The tea was evidently freshly brewed, steaming hot.
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