"Mm." The girl responded softly, her fingers gently caressing the back of the man's hand. She glanced down at his index finger, and her ears involuntarily flushed a deep red.
Yu Zhi lowered her head, pressing her lips tightly together. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum: "Shi Wei, can you ask someone to buy me a scarf?"
She hadn't brought much clothing with her and was too lazy to go back for more.
The man's eyes showed a hint of confusion as he gazed at her face. His gaze lowered, landing on the swan-like neck marked with red traces, and his eyes flashed with a hint of understanding.
Shi Wei leaned in, brushing a kiss against the corner of her lips, then lazily bit her chin. "Winter's still far off. I'm worried you'll feel too warm wearing a scarf."
That sentence was enough to reveal that he wasn't planning to buy one.
