Qiao Mianmian saw that he was still wearing a thin shirt. "Aren't you cold?"
"Mm, I'm not cold." Mo Yesi put on the coat for Qiao Mianmian and wrapped an arm around her waist. He pulled her into his arms and half-carried her into the car. "Men are more resistant to cold than women. You only recovered after about a month from your last cold. How can you not be careful?"
Qiao Mianmian teased him. "So, you're afraid that I'll catch a cold and you'll have to take care of me."
Mo Yesi reached out and flicked her forehead, but he didn't use much strength. He only symbolically made a gesture and smiled. "Heartless little girl, have I not taken care of you enough? Do you not know if I'm afraid of trouble or my heart aches for you?
"Tell me, if you catch a cold during our honeymoon and end up lying on the hotel bed, will you complain to me about this for the rest of your life?"
