He felt a rush of emotion and opened his mouth to call her, "Yanyan."
Jian Yanyan turned back to glance at him, and hearing Shen Mingfeng still calling Jian Yanyan 'Yanyan,' Jiang Meilin's face twisted in anger. "Why are you calling this bitch so affectionately? Are you still thinking about her?"
"No." Shen Mingfeng denied.
But as he looked at Jian Yanyan, soaking wet, and it being summer, she was wearing something thin that turned almost transparent when wet, clinging to her body, drawing the eyes of some ill-intentioned men.
He couldn't bear to watch, so he took off his jacket and draped it over Jian Yanyan, then said gently, "Go buy some clothes."
Jian Yanyan just stared at him blankly, with an indescribable feeling inside, wondering why he was treating her like this. Knowing that Jiang Meilin hated her, why would he still give her his jacket right in front of her?
Her heart strongly resisted.
