"Aren't you cold?"
At this moment, she heard clearly that the voice was not Little Beizi's, so she turned around, her shiny black eyes glaring.
Ye Sichen still wore that gentle and handsome smile, his fingertips moving elegantly and carefully as he tied his scarf around her neck with precision.
"What are you doing?" She pouted, watching his actions.
"What do you think I'm doing, Miss Nana?" After saying this, even he laughed.
Perhaps even he didn't know what he was doing. He just saw her sitting there alone and wanted to do something for her.
Was he trying to compliment her? Was it necessary? Considering the prominent status of his family. She blurted out, "You're crazy!" Then, reaching out her hand, she tried to untie the scarf he had tied.
He pressed down on her small hand and said, "Don't take it off. It's cold. It's not good to catch a chill."
"Aren't you afraid you'll catch a chill yourself?"
"I'm a man, you're a woman."
