"Cough, cough, cough—" Sang Ning lightly clenched her fist against her lips, coughing softly to clear her throat.
Li Juezhou glanced sideways at her, catching a glimpse of her slender waist beneath the fitted short T-shirt and her long, pale, straight legs exposed under her shorts.
He took off his thin jacket and draped it over Sang Ning's legs.
???
Sang Ning looked at Li Juezhou in confusion. What was he trying to say?
"I thought you might be cold," Li Juezhou said, his tone as calm and collected as ever.
Sang Ning handed the jacket back to him. "I'm not cold."
I'm just poor…
"Um..."
Sang Ning hesitated, noticing that he was watching her with an intrigued look.
She decided not to hold back any longer and spoke directly, "Can I borrow some money from you?"
Li Juezhou suddenly laughed, the corners of his lips curling up into a faint smile.
