Wei Jingjing was slightly shorter than her, also a bit chubbier, and her chest wasn't as big. But that didn't matter, in winter, with coats on, everyone looked pretty much the same.
Bo Yan looked at the little red figure in front of him, who instantly switched to a black down jacket, wrapping herself tightly. Especially Wei Jingjing's signature wool hat with two little fluffy balls, it looked effortlessly chic.
Normally, Xia Siyu would likely be bounding around, then haughtily sticking out her small chest: "What are you looking at, haven't seen a beauty change clothes?"
But today, whether she was tired or the thought of her mother touched her emotions, she was somewhat silent.
Bo Yan didn't disturb her, considering they were in an Uber, and too many intimate gestures weren't possible anyway. She sat in the back by the window, and he sat next to her, holding her hand. They went back to the hotel one by one.
