Qiao Qiao's face was a little hot.
At that moment, Qiao Jingmo took off the shawl on his little arm, lifted it, and slowly leaned over to Qiao Qiao.
Qiao Qiao covered herself with her hands. "Shao Jingmo, what are you doing?"
Qiao Jingmo's eyes darkened. Then, he slowly stood up and threw the shawl in his hand at Qiao Qiao. "Put it on. It's cold outside."
Qiao Qiao was stunned for a moment. She had instinctively protected herself just now because she thought that Qiao Jingmo had heard her say that she wanted to abuse him, so he had taken the initiative to attack her first.
Alright, she was thinking too much.
Grandpa was still around, and the two of them had yet to officially register their marriage. He should not be in a hurry to hit her before marriage. Otherwise, she would rather die than marry him.
