"Is it cold?" Fu Yanci's voice was deep.

Song Yan breathed lightly, “It's okay."

"I also have a clean coat here, put it on, don't catch a cold."

When Song Yan reached out to take it, her fingers were held by Fu Yanci. He gently pulled her and she fell into his arms.

He didn't do anything immediately. Instead, he shook his coat off and draped it over her body. But the next second, he hugged her tightly and lowered his head to kiss her red lips.

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