Jiu Mei said impatiently, "Don't jump to conclusions, I need to find an opportunity to test it out. If Gong Heng really has lost his memory..."
Then, she would find a way to snatch Gong Heng from Mu Mian's grasp.
As long as Mu Mian lost Gong Heng as her support, she would never have a chance to turn things around.
Mu Mian suddenly felt a chill down her back, and involuntarily shivered as she watered the flowers.
The next moment, his suit coat was draped over her.
"It's getting evening, the wind is strong, come inside and rest."
Mu Mian and Gong Heng lived high up, and B City was a subtropical city where the sun blazed down almost every day, with rarely any rain. The wind up high was still warm and definitely not cold.
But his large hand was already embracing her, leading her into the house.
Gong Heng held her cold little hand in his large one, gently blowing on it, "Your hand is so cold."
"I've always had cold hands and feet, it's common for girls."
