The 1970s Female Supporting Actress Counterattack

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"My home is just in front, and the rain won't stop for now. Do you want to go to my home to take shelter, or I can lend you my umbrella?" Song Zhi said.

Lin Wanwan was afraid of bothering him, but it was cold standing here, so she asked, "Will it bother your family?"

Song Zhi said in a flat voice, "It's okay, there's only me and my grandma at home."

Lin Wanwan had heard him say before that he and his grandma depended on each other.

"Let's go." Song Zhi's umbrella was already propped up on her head, so Lin Wanwan didn't refuse.

The rain was still heavy, and Song Zhi could just hold the umbrella by himself, but now it was a bit difficult for two people to hold it. Song Zhi tilted the umbrella towards her, so Lin Wanwan felt okay, but she guessed that he was quite wet.

Lin Wanwan glanced at the gap between the two of them and thought they could still squeeze in, so she walked a little closer to him, and the two of them would bump shoulders from time to time. But Lin Wanwan had lived for so long and had experienced the influence of modern open education, so she felt that this was nothing.

Song Zhi felt a little uncomfortable. As he got closer, he could smell the unique faint fragrance on her body, and their bare arms would stick together from time to time...

As a result, the two of them walked more and more crookedly, and Song Zhi couldn't help but say, "You're about to squeeze me into the ditch."

Lin Wanwan's original focus was on the umbrella, and then she realized that they had deviated from the original trajectory, "I want to make the distance between us smaller, so that it's not easy to get wet."

After saying that, she pulled Song Zhi's sleeve and pulled him over again.

Song Zhi didn't expect her to be so direct, and his heart trembled. But the distance was not far, and they arrived after a few more steps.

Lin Wanwan went into the house with him. Grandma Song's leg injury had improved a lot, and she could almost walk independently. But the old lady liked to take a nap, so she went into the room to take a nap.

Lin Wanwan followed Song Zhi in and greeted Grandma Song, then went out to sit and wait for the rain to stop.

Song Zhi's pants were indeed quite wet. He went into the room to change clothes and came out. He glanced at Lin Wanwan and went to the door to find a pair of plastic slippers for her, "Change first, your shoes are wet."

Lin Wanwan retracted her feet, not wanting to change because it was too troublesome. She scratched her face and said, "It will be dry soon. I'm not that delicate."

"You will catch a cold. Hurry up." Song Zhi's tone to her was rare and stern, as if he would not leave if she did not change.

Lin Wanwan had no choice but to change. She took off her cloth shoes, which were covered with white socks, and put on slippers again. The slippers were a bit old, but they were quite clean.

Song Zhi took her cloth shoes to the shed outside, which was a simple stove room, and said, "I'll dry them for you."

He hadn't eaten lunch yet, so he heated up his breakfast. After lighting a fire in the stove, he put her shoes in the stove to dry.

Lin Wanwan didn't expect that she would be treated like this, and seeing her shoes neatly placed there, her face was hot again. She sat over and said, "I'll help you watch the fire."

Song Zhi's lunch was brown rice porridge and some side dishes, which just needed to be heated up in the pot. "Okay."

Lin Wanwan looked at his busy figure and added a piece of firewood to the stove. It was raining heavily outside, making this place particularly warm and full of fireworks.