Jiang Shuyao didn't tie up her hair today, her fine, soft long hair hanging loose around her neck, and the top of her head was a mess, as if a bird's nest was about to fall apart.
Her face flushed as she lifted her head from his clothes, her eyes misty with tears, "Seriously, it's so cold today, you should go back and put on another layer."
Pei Yan actually had a lot of clothes, but he was a strange one, always going back and forth changing into the same few pieces, his stubbornness left people speechless.
The girl looked at him dryly, "The army green down jacket in your closet is very warm, go back and change into it, okay?"
With the temperature five degrees below zero, she was genuinely worried he might catch a cold.
As Jiang Shuyao spoke, she stretched out her small hand and tugged at the hem of his clothes, her voice softer than water, probably unaware that she was actually acting coquettishly toward the guy in front of her.
