Leng Youchen took Wei Anning back to the company. The car stopped outside the building, and the two entered the elevator one after the other. As soon as the elevator doors closed, the distance Wei Anning had deliberately kept was immediately shortened by someone.
She shrank back a bit, looking at him warily, "What are you doing?"
"Cold." Leng Youchen leaned over earnestly, until he had her pressed into the corner. Only then did he stop, grinning as he looked at her.
Wei Anning looked at him speechlessly. Who else is as shameless as him?
"It's cold and you're wearing so little, choosing style over warmth."
Leng Youchen reached out to hold her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, "No matter how much I wear, it's still cold. Without you in my world, there's only coldness left."
