C80 Warm

Fu Sihan frowned slightly and looked at Yun Xiangxiang's thin body. He looked at the bulging coat she was holding. There were faint sounds coming from inside. "What is inside?" he asked.

Yun Xiangxiang looked like a child who had done something wrong. She said carefully, What is inside? "Well, Fu Sihan, I picked up a dying kitten on the road