Natasha stood up and stomped her feet lightly. Feeling the unique warmth, her eyes filled with affection.
Seeing this, Feng Shan's lips curled into a slightly smug smile. "Of course. If you're not going to wear it, give it back. I'll keep it as a memento."
"In your dreams. You gave it to me, so it's mine," Natasha retorted, her head held high. She crossed her arms, narrowed her eyes, and refused to back down.
The atmosphere inside the bus grew more relaxed and cheerful thanks to their banter.
The fur coat was a gift from Old Tom.
Feng Shan already had one made by his grand-uncle, which he'd left back at his cabin. This meant Natasha could have the new one.
They both finished dressing, carefully tucking in their collars and tying their boots tightly to make sure not a single draft could get through.
Feng Shan turned to Natasha. "Wait here inside. I'll go out and start the snowmobile."
