"Oh, no need, you wear it yourself. It's so cold, what if you catch a cold wearing so little? You have a competition today!" Lin Wanwan hurriedly tried to take the down jacket off and return it to him.
"I won't." Xiao Chong embraced her over the jacket, stopping her movement, his voice so deep it was unbelievable, holding an inexplicable emotion within, "I'm wearing athletic clothes."
Lin Wanwan clearly felt the unique agarwood scent emanating from Xiao Chong's body, her heart pounding like a drum, her cheeks quickly turning red. She didn't know whether it was his lingering warmth on the jacket that overwhelmed her or if it was his embrace that frightened her.
Xiao Chong did not hold her for long; seeing her stop moving, he let go and stepped back, smiling dashingly and openly, his eyebrows curved, eyes seemingly holding a river of spring water and shimmer: "You know me, I've practiced martial arts; I'm not afraid of the cold."
