Xi Zirong was in a black jacket, his tall, lean figure standing perfectly straight. He was the very picture of a handsome, elegant youth.
The moment he heard Xu Su say she was cold, he unzipped his jacket without a second's hesitation. He pulled her into a tight hug, enveloping her within its warmth. "If you're cold, we'll talk while we cuddle. Susu, still cold?"
Xi Zirong was wearing a sweater under his jacket, and its warmth, infused with his own body heat, pressed against Xu Su. With his voice right beside her ear, she felt the chill in her limbs and cheeks instantly vanish, replaced by a blossoming heat.
Xu Su struggled uncomfortably, but Xi Zirong only held her tighter. She quickly blurted out, "I'm not cold anymore! Let me go. This is so inappropriate. What if our classmates see us?"
"No one will see. You just got out of the shower. Holding you like this will keep you from catching a cold."
