Watching Mei Mengzhen shrink her neck several times, Pei Ziyu grabbed her hand—her hand was almost icy cold—"Why didn't you tell me your hand was this cold?"
As Pei Ziyu spoke, he started to take off his jacket to drape it over Mei Mengzhen, but Mei Mengzhen snatched at it before he could get it off, refusing his jacket no matter what. "If you give yours to me, aren't you going to be cold? You're wearing even less than I am; I saw you only have a thin shirt underneath. Don't think I missed that. Hurry up and keep your jacket on, or you'll freeze and catch a cold."
"I won't freeze," Pei Ziyu said, his face serious, refusing to back down a step as he insisted on taking off his jacket. "I usually don't wear much anyway. But look at you—after that whole fuss just now, are you finally feeling cold?"
