Qiao Jing was pushed back into the changing room by Ni Yue; they didn't leave until they had changed their clothes.
The cold wind that faced them made Ni Yue shiver; she huddled up and silently moved closer to Qiao Jing.
"Xiao Jingjing... it's really quite cold..."
Qiao Jing furrowed her brows, her eyes landing on the little tank-top Ni Yue was wearing. Even though it was a sweater, it couldn't ward off the chill of the weather.
Furthermore, the ultra-short shorts weren't doing anything to block the wind. If Ni Yue wasn't cold, who would be?
She took a small step forward, stood in front of Ni Yue, and blocked most of the wind for her.
"I told you to wear more, you didn't listen; now you know it's cold?"
Ni Yue touched her bare arms and took the hand of Muxia who was wearing a coat, chuckling twice.
"Now I'm not cold. Xiao Jingjing, let's go, time to eat; once I eat, I won't feel cold."
Qiao Jing shook her head helplessly and took a taxi with Ni Yue to the snack street.
