An Lan smiled as she went up to hold his arm, "You're wearing a sweater again today."
Xu Bohan was stunned, his gaze sweeping past the hand on his shoulder. For the first time, she took the initiative to hold his arm.
His cold lips curled and he turned to look at her, "Didn't you say that I look good in a sweater?"
"But do you have that many sweaters?" An Lan raised her clear eyes, "The weather has turned cold, let's go shopping together some time. I'll pick out a few clothes for you and buy some for myself."
"Sure, we'll go together on Sunday break."Xu Bohan hugged her tightly.
It was just after work, and many colleagues were in the hall when they saw the two of them and started sizing them up.
Xu Bohan didn't mind, and An Lan was a little embarrassed, but she didn't let go. On the way, she bumped into a few young women who were looking at her resentfully.
