Sheng Ning had come out on a whim and hadn't put on a coat, only a red sweater.
Standing in the snow field, she was as beautiful as a painting.
Meng Ping was smoking, feeling quite agitated. Hearing someone talking, he turned his head to look and was stunned for a moment.
It took him a few seconds to regain his senses, and when he saw Sheng Ning wearing just a sweater, he didn't say another word and took off his black coat to drape it over her.
"You out of your mind? It's so cold, and you didn't think to wear more clothes? Or is it that you were so eager to see me?" A devilish, teasing smile played across Meng Ping's handsome face.
After he finished speaking and draped the coat over her, Meng Ping shook his head and came completely to his senses.
What had he done?
He wished he could slap himself. He was supposed to come here to reprimand this wretched girl, so why the hell did he give her his coat? He was cold without his coat, too.
