Xie Jingxing looked away. Before Shen Miao could react, she saw a thick cloak thrown at her, almost knocking her down. Holding the cloak tightly, Shen Miao said angrily, "What are you doing?"
"Put it on." Xie Jingxing frowned.
Hearing that, Shen Miao indeed felt a little cold, so she put on the cloak.
Only then did Xie Jingxing turn around and glance at her. Seeing that Shen Miao did not seem to care that there was another man in the room at all and was still calmly combing her hair, the corners of his mouth curled up.
As she dried her hair, she walked over and sat down. Seeing that Xie Jingxing was sizing up her thoughtfully, she asked, "What are you looking at?"
"I thought you would be shy." Xie Jingxing said lazily, "Not bad."
Shen Miao was puzzled.
Xie Jingxing supported his chin with his hand and sized her up. "Why are you looking for me?"
