"Weren't you resting?"
Bo Yanching naturally pulled her hand over, "Why are your hands so cold?"
"When I saw your message, I came out and forgot to wear a coat."
Bo Yanching glanced at her reproachfully, "You are quite capable, walking for so long without feeling cold?"
Nan Jiaojiao's eyes flickered, and indeed, she had not. She was busy causing trouble for the Killing Alliance people, not feeling the coldness in her fingertips, so naturally, she wouldn't feel cold on her body. Now, any direction from which the cold wind blew could make her shiver.
Bo Yanching took off his coat and put it on her, "It's cold today. You didn't feel it indoors with the heating on, but outside it's chilly. Even if you're in a hurry, remember to wear your clothes."
Nan Jiaojiao leaned toward him proactively, turning her hand behind her back, and tapped a spot on the screen to log out of the Killing Alliance's internal network, automatically deleting the private messages with Lang Hao.
"Hand."
