step forward, closing in on Lin Jinran, who flinched and backed away, her back hitting the door panel. 。Long fingers lifted, pinching Lin Jinran's fair cheek. 。The warm touch of fingertips was not pai...is embrace. 。The two people were almost pressed together. Fu Mo'han opened his umbrella and tightened his grip on Lin Jinran's shoulder, taking large strides with her into the light rain. 。The drizzl...