C92 It Was Still Him That She Couldn't Forget

Both of them said at the same time, glancing at each other. Lih Xiaoji quickly took off his clothes. Her coat covered Jiang Shirann's body. Her warm big hands held her cold hands and helped her rub them.

"Dye, it's raining so heavily. Why don't you find a place to hide and wait for the rain to stop before coming back."

Jiang Shirann pulled her coat that still had Lih Xiaoji's temperature