Lu Mian "hmmed" softly, seemingly aware of something, her hands struggled free from his large palm.
She didn't see the man's eyes narrow with danger.
Xiao Qimo didn't dare to apply force, so he let go of her hand, only to find that she wasn't trying to pull away from his waist but was slowly moving toward his chest.
Under his puzzled gaze, Lu Mian began to fasten the buttons of his house coat with her currently not very nimble hands.
Xiao Qimo: "Why bother with this thing? Is it necessary?"
Lu Mian proceeded unhurriedly, with a warm, leisurely pace, and after she had finished, she gently pushed Xiao Qimo away, the corners of her mouth hooking into a light smile, "Your voice is trembling, you must be cold."
Xiao Qimo grinned slightly.
How nice, she was so tenderly concerned about him.
This was the exclusive surprise of a straight woman.
