Ye Heng draped his coat over her shoulders, and Feng Yihuan shrank away, immediately stepping aside, shaking her head.
"I'm not cold, I don't want it!"
As soon as she spoke, a cold gust of wind blew over, and Feng Yihuan couldn't hold back, letting out a loud sneeze.
Ye Heng didn't want to argue with her any longer and directly draped the coat on her.
His coat on her was almost like a dress.
"Put it on, or we'll head down the mountain now."
Feng Yihuan hesitated for a moment; she really wasn't used to wearing another man's clothes.
But seeing Ye Heng's determined expression, she worried that if she didn't wear it, he might just carry her down the mountain himself.
She put on his coat and noticed he was only wearing a white crewneck shirt underneath.
The wind on the mountain was indeed quite strong, but watching him give his coat to her, Feng Yihuan still felt a bit concerned.
"Aren't you cold? If you catch a cold, don't blame me, I won't care."
