Yeah, what does that mean?
"It's nothing." Di Mingchen looked at her, "Afraid you'll be cold."
Nangong Ran: "..."
"I'm not cold." Nangong Ran wanted to withdraw her hand, but he just wouldn't let go.
One of them was pulling out hard while the other was pulling in, refusing to let go.
Nangong Ran's eyes widened. Seriously, is this going to the heavens?
"Di Mingchen, did your brain get waterlogged?" Nangong Ran gave up struggling but couldn't stop herself from asking.
Di Mingchen looked at her and surprisingly answered, "Uh, kind of."
Nangong Ran: "..."
What the heck, kind of!
Nangong Ran was almost exploding with anger, she was just about to curse him when he said, "Don't move, just enjoy the concert."
Nangong Ran almost coughed up blood; she had an MMP stuck in her chest and didn't know whether to say it or not.
Really want to give him the middle finger ahhhh!
Nangong Ran didn't know what to say, but she didn't struggle anymore, after all, this wasn't just any occasion.
