Night fell, and the evening study bell rang.
Jiang Nian lay on the desk doing test papers, with a thin, bright light overhead. His soft black hair covered his head, and the lines of his profile were clean and sharp.
In the cold lunar December, he was only wearing two thin layers.
Li Qingrong reached out from the desk behind and poked him. Her face showed no expression. She tilted her head slightly, showing a puzzled expression.
"Aren't you cold?"
"Cold." Jiang Nian sniffed, his gaze dropping to her hand, "My body isn't cold, but my hands are a bit cold."
Upon hearing this, Li Qingrong hesitated for a moment.
"Then..."
However, just as she raised her hand.
Who knew, Zhang Ningzhi in the front row suddenly turned around angrily and tossed a pair of pink gloves into Jiang Nian's arms.
"For you! No need to thank me."
Jiang Nian chuckled, not feeling embarrassed at all, and put them on directly.
"Now I'm a bit hot."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ningzhi's face flushed slightly.
