Su Wanwan subconsciously raised her eyes and looked back. It was PEI Munian who had taken off his suit jacket and draped it over her. PEI Munian's hands were holding her cold little hand, holding it to her lips and taking a few breaths. His warm big palm wrapped around her, wanting to warm her up.
"Why are you wearing so little?" The man spoke with a hint of concern and blame.
Everything was as beautiful as ever. It was as if she had never seen him in Xi Zhiwei's room, as if she had never heard Xi Zhiwei's words.
Su Wanwan stared at him for a few seconds. She moved her hands and pulled them away from his hands. don't you have anything to say to me? "
Her lips were moving slowly, and she seemed to be struggling to squeeze out the words from her throat.
