At that moment, Gu Yelin felt An Yiqing's clothes were still a bit too scanty—right now, he wished he could shrink the girl down and hide her away in his arms, keeping her allure hidden from everyone else.
"Tutu, would you consider adding a shawl on top?" Gu Yelin asked the girl, his mind scheming away.
An Yiqing looked at the man full of complaints and couldn't help but roll her eyes, feeling helpless as she said, "Ah Lin, I brought a shawl." With that, she shook the fox fur shawl in her hands and draped it over her shoulders.
"But this shawl is too thick, Tutu. Let me get you a thinner one, okay? The Qin Family's heating isn't good, it's very cold inside the villa," Gu Yelin lied shamelessly, without so much as a flutter in his heart or a blush on his face.
Hearing his words, the girl felt a vein throbbing in her temple. She laughed derisively, gave Gu Yelin a look, wrapped the shawl tighter around herself, greeted Xiao Hei, and was the first to walk out.
