Xu Su's own analogy made her cringe. She shrank back and shivered, but before she could say a word, Xi Zirong pulled her into his arms again.
"Cold?" He glanced at her bare legs, his brow furrowing even tighter. He opened his suitcase, pulled out a black jacket, and draped it over her legs. "Ride with me tomorrow. Our destination is the same, okay?"
"..." Xu Su wanted to agree, but then she thought about Zhou Mochen finding out she was on vacation here, and that she had traveled all the way with Xi Zirong...
She shook her head firmly. "No, I'll just stick with my group."
Xi Zirong watched her in silence for a few seconds, then sighed helplessly. "Alright, then I'll travel with your group. Susu, you can't say no to this, too. Be careful, or I'll start crying right here in front of you."
Xu Su's expression was complicated. "You've learned that trick now?"
'Since when did she remember Xi Zirong possessing the skill of crying and whining...'
