Until the two of them took the elevator and left together, Qiao Mo's cheeks were still slightly flushed.
Standing silently by his side, because the narrow and enclosed space inexplicably caused some tension.
Fortunately, he didn't do anything out of line again, so the two of them managed to keep the peace.
Until they left the hotel, the winter wind was a bit piercing.
Qiao Mo turned her head to look at him, planning to hail a cab back to school by herself.
But just as she turned her head, his suit jacket was already draped over her shoulders, wrapping her up tightly.
Looking at his thin shirt, Qiao Mo couldn't help but murmur softly, "I'm not far from school, you should…"
"You're not allowed to refuse." He said sternly, frowning.
Qiao Mo was speechless, and became somewhat lost in his clear and cool gaze.
In the end, he personally delivered her to the dormitory building.
