Lu Mian felt uncomfortable under his gaze, shook her short hair lightly, and gently "Hmm" in response. Images of being embraced by him with his hand wrapped around her kept popping up in her mind, and seeing Xiao Qimo now just made it more intense.
The curse of having too good a memory.
However, the man didn't know any of this, only knitted his brows and cautioned her, "It's cold outside, you can't go out dressed like that."
Lu Mian slightly tilted her head, "I checked the temperature, it should be okay."
"Weather forecasts are inaccurate," Xiao Qimo offhandedly remarked. Suddenly, he stepped forward and, without a word, bent down to start buttoning up Lu Mian's coat.
His fingers with well-defined joints moved methodically, and though there weren't many buttons, Lu Mian felt as though he took half an hour. Whenever his fingertips brushed her sweater, she would tense up completely.
When the button at the collar was secured, Lu Mian turned her head and quietly sighed in relief.
