"You're right." Ye Shengge blinked and opened her hands. "I feel so cold now. Hug me, or I'll get sick from the cold."
Ji Shiting looked at her and saw that the woman's pale face had turned a bit more pale, and her lips were the same. Compared to the red dress, she looked seductive. His Adam's apple moved, and he said, "The blanket is behind you."
"I don't want it. Your body is warmer." Her eyes were shining. "Please, Shiting."
Ji Shiting put his hands in his pockets, pursed his lips and looked at her.
Ye Shengge wasn't discouraged. She kept her posture as if she wouldn't give up until he took the initiative. She would bite her lips from time to time, looking innocent.
The atmosphere froze.
Gradually, Ye Shengge felt her arms turning sore, and she couldn't take it anymore.
