C259 Cardiac death

With the low temperature of winter and no blanket to cover him, Du Hao who was wearing a thin woolen sweater shivered. He pulled a jacket from the headboard and casually draped it over his shoulders. That pair of eyes looked at Tan Yizhe and asked: "So what?" The gloomy tone of his voice did not have any ups and downs, as if this was someone else's affair and had nothing to do with him