Jing Shu's figure wasn't bad; it was just that the bulletproof vest was inherently bulky. Adding an oversized padded jacket on top made her look much more rotund. Her feet sported a herdsman's style, her legs a rural style. If not for Jing Shu's pretty face, Yang Yang probably couldn't have stood looking at this mismatched fashion.
"I'm not changing. Let's go; I'm warm," Jing Shu said. Afraid of both the cold and death, she hadn't even put on her modified bulletproof denim hat yet. Besides, making herself look less attractive could also help ensure her safety in the United States. If Jing Shu dressed normally, her beauty might attract all sorts of trouble, and she would probably spend her days dealing with people who had ill intentions toward her. After all, in such an open place, nothing was certain.
Yang Yang shot her a strange look and seemed to want to say something, but ultimately said nothing.
