Shen Wan raised her hand to hold down the hem of her dress, preventing it from riding up.
Suddenly, a warmth enveloped her shoulders as Zhou Chi's coat was draped over her. "Hmm, just right."
The coat was slightly long, reaching down to about one-third of Shen Wan's thighs. Its edges had two neatly sewn lines, which conveniently intercepted and stabilized the billowing dress.
"Thank you."
"Is the Shen family treating you poorly?" Zhou Chi suddenly spoke, turning to look at her. His pitch-black pupils were purer than the night sky itself.
"Why are you asking like this?"
"If they were treating you well, you wouldn't be doing these things."
Shen Wan paused her steps, turned, and gazed steadily at him. Her eyes seemed perpetually void of too much emotion, calm and indifferent.
Zhou Chi felt somewhat awkward but managed to conjure a reassuring smile tinged with embarrassment. "If you don't like it, you don't have to answer."
