Mo Yuan saw her studying diligently and couldn't help but smile discreetly. He took off his scarf and wrapped it around Han Luo's neck.
Han Luo was surprised and looked at him. Then she wrote, 'Big brother Yuan, aren't you cold?'
Mo Yuan wrote, 'I'm older than you and I don't catch a cold easily. Moreover, didn't the doctor tell you to stay warm all the time? You easily catch a cold.'
Han Luo silently giggled and wrote, 'You sound really old, like a grandfather.'
Mo Yuan frowned. 'She thinks I'm talking like an old man?' Thinking that, he pinched her nose and held on.
Han Luo tried to move away but couldn't. When Mo Yuan finally let go, her white nose turned red instantly. She glared at him while pouting. Mo Yuan's thin lips were holding back laughter. In his eyes, she looked so damn cute that he didn't want anyone else except for himself to behold that expression of hers.
