Feng Yanyan was taken aback.
"What are you looking at me for?" Yan Nansheng's voice had already risen.
Feng Yanyan hurriedly shook her head, "Nothing."
Yan Nansheng arched an eyebrow, his thin lips curved into a smile that was not quite a smile… it seemed very smug.
Feng Yanyan had no choice but to say, "Uh, when is the car coming? I'm so cold I can hardly stand it..."
"Very cold?" Yan Nansheng said, suddenly shifting the item in his hand to another position, then took off both his gloves and handed them to her.
"What for?" Feng Yanyan found her heart beating out of order again.
"Put them on." Yan Nansheng said, stuffing the gloves directly into her hands.
Feng Yanyan: "..."
"Hurry up!"
At Yan Nansheng's command, Feng Yanyan's body stiffened, and she subconsciously put on the gloves right away.
His hands were large, and so were the leather gloves. When she wore them, there was a long empty space at the fingertips, just like a child stealthily wearing an adult's gloves.
