Yu Gangan put on her makeup: a vintage red lipstick colored her lips, her hair was tied in a ponytail, and she wore a white doctor's cloak, making her look understanding, elegant, and capable.
Meanwhile, inside the resting lounge, Fang Zhihan sat on a sofa lazily.
As usual, he was cold, mysterious, and unpredictable with an unapproachable vibe.
Even if someone was curious about him, they did not dare to approach him and speak to him.
Yu Gangan removed her jacket and scarf and placed them on Fang Zhihan to cover him a little, "You will feel warmer like this."
The woman's clothes carried her unique scent. When covered over him, it felt like she was hugging him.
Fang Zhihan initially wanted to brush the clothes aside, but he quickly stopped and nodded his head gently.
Yu Gangan thought for a second and said, "Why don't you return to the car? What if something happens to Wenxiang while it's alone?"
Moreover, the car was warmer.
