Joseph just held her up without any effort.
Feeling surprised at it, she just held his neck subconsciously and attached her face to his chest.
His smell and warmth got clear to her, making her feel warm and safe.
At this moment, Irish felt touched and couldn't say anything, as if she got choked.
"Why did you wear so little?" Joseph's voice was not happy.
She just wore a blouse and a skirt. Her stockings were the only to resist the coldness.
As he held her, he could feel her coldness.
Irish finally recovered herself and put down her arms, saying lightly. "I can make it by myself."
Joseph stopped and put her down immediately.
The corridor was warmer, driving the coldness.
She felt that her fingers got warm gradually. She didn't know whether it was because of the temperature in the corridor or his.
