Yu Chiyin felt that with his daily exercise, his body had a strong resistance.
But in her eyes, he became just like a delicate and sickly vase.
However, these trivial nagging in the plain days offended him on the surface, but he felt very gratified inside.
When he reached out to take the coat in her hands, Lu Fengxuan dodged him, shook open the trench coat, and signaled him with her eyes to stretch out his arms.
Yu Chiyin realized what she meant, and a captivating, shallow smile appeared on his handsome face under her prompting, as he opened his arms.
Then, he cast his gaze downward, deeply fixing it on her white and slightly plump little face.
The distance between them was so close that he could see the fine fuzz on her face.
The sunlight outside the window shone on her skin, pale and translucent, transparent and beautiful.
Lu Fengxuan gently helped him into the coat, her small hands coming to rest on his lapel, patting away nonexistent dust.
