"No need." She was about to take it off and return the coat to him.
Compared to him who only wore a white shirt, she at least had a sweater on.
"I'm not cold." He restrained her action.
Although it was the beginning of spring, it was still very cold. Seeing him only in a white shirt, she couldn't help but say, "But you're only wearing..."
"Who says?"
He glanced at her and suddenly countered.
Feng Jinglei was taken aback, glancing again at his collar.
Because the buttons were done up to the top, it was indeed hard to tell if he was wearing anything underneath—could it be not?
The originally tense atmosphere seemed to be much eased by this conversation, Qin Feimo suddenly leaned forward, slightly bending his body, getting closer to her, "Do you think men only wear two layers of clothing in winter?"
His body was in good shape, but it wasn't made of iron, able to withstand the cold.
