Wen Mian quickly returned to her rented room.
The cold wind on the street was particularly biting, making Wen Mian shiver uncontrollably.
The woman wrapped her clothes tightly around her and walked forward with her head down.
But just as she was about to reach the entrance of the residential building, a tall figure suddenly blocked her path.
Wen Mian didn't notice and bumped straight into it.
A firm and tight embrace suddenly wrapped around Wen Mian.
The familiar scent hit her, causing Wen Mian to look up instantly.
"You..."
In that instant, Wen Mian seemed to crash into Pei Zhiyao's gaze.
The man's large hand scooped under her arm, pulling Wen Mian even closer.
This forced Wen Mian, who had intended to keep her distance from Pei Zhiyao, to lean against his chest.
"There are people outside, let's go in to talk."
Pei Zhiyao didn't refuse; he pulled Wen Mian into the residential building.
But Wen Mian's fearful appearance was fully captured by Pei Zhiyao.
