"No need." She was about to take it off and return the coat to him.
Compared to him who only wore a white shirt, she at least had a sweater on.
"I’m not cold." He restrained her action.
Although it was the beginning of spring, it was still very cold. Seeing him only in a white shirt, she couldn’t help but say, "But you’re only wearing..."
"Who says?"
He glanced at her and suddenly countered.
Feng Jinglei was taken aback, glancing again at his collar.
Because the buttons were done up to the top, it was indeed hard to tell if he was wearing anything underneath—could it be not?
The originally tense atmosphere seed to be much eased by this conversation, Qin Feimo suddenly leaned forward, slightly bending his body, getting closer to her, "Do you think n only wear two layers of clothing in winter?"
His body was in good shape, but it wasn’t made of iron, able to withstand the cold.
After winter arrived, he also wore a close-fitting thermal shirt inside, it was just wrapped by the shirt and couldn’t be seen.
Faced with his sudden closeness, Feng Jinglei’s expression changed, instinctively leaning her body back.
She hadn’t been this close to him face-to-face for a long ti.
And Qin Feimo, upon nearing her, seed to realize his unusual action, his expression slightly paused.
After a few seconds, he straightened his body, took two steps forward, "Let’s go."
She was still stunned in place, her heart pounding.
Was he starting to care about her again? Should she ntion the pregnancy?
Perhaps, try with a hopeful attitude?
Lost in thought, she walked without looking up, until she bumped into him and suddenly snapped back to reality.
Seeing her walking very slowly, Qin Feimo stopped and found that she was completely walking unconsciously, didn’t even notice he was standing there.
"Uh!" She covered her nose that got hurt from the bump, frowned at him who suddenly stopped.
"What are you thinking?"
She covered her nose, "Nothing."
Since she didn’t speak, he didn’t press, showing indifference towards everything despite good intentions.
Turning to continue walking, Feng Jinglei suddenly spoke, "Qin Feimo."
This na, it seed like it had been a long ti since he heard her call it.
He paused, turned to look at her.
She hesitated for a few seconds, pursing her pink lips, "I have sothing to tell you."
He also froze slightly because this was the first ti she actually had sothing to say to him, and with such a serious expression, it made him feel like he was her soone special.
This unusual feeling... wasn’t bad.
"Hmm?" His cold eyes locked onto her.
She hesitated for a long ti, "I’m pregn—"
A sudden phone ring interrupted her as she was about to speak.
Her voice halted, hearing the familiar ringtone coming from her phone.
Glancing at Qin Feimo, Feng Jinglei couldn’t help feeling the call was really untily, she had finally mustered up the courage.
She looked down, surprised to see the caller ID on the screen.
"Hello? Xiaoqi!"
The call was from her only friend, Luo Xiaoqian.
When her parents were still alive, Luo Xiaoqian was her only friend; recently she said she was assigned to a branch by the company, receiving her call now made Feng Jinglei very surprised.
"Darling, sorry, haven’t contacted you in so long."
"No problem, are you still abroad?"
"No, I just returned today. Shall we have dinner together tonight?"
"Sure." Thinking it had been a long ti since they’d t, Feng Jinglei quickly agreed.
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