The Forgotten Deserted Island (5)

Qiao Fei's personality was the opposite of Lu Yan's.

He was a man of few words and did things as he was told; at the critical moments, he would give you a hand.

Lu Yan had been used to moving around by herself; now with Qiao Fei, she was used to doing everything with him.

Before they walked out of the building, Qiao Fei thought of the cold weather outside and silently entered a big-brand clothes store to buy a black jacket.

When Lu Yan turned her head to him, he draped the jacket over her shoulders.

"Fu*k! You're really fast."

It was hard to imagine that one would buy a jacket worth tens of thousands of yuan in less than two minutes.

Only Qiao Fei could pull it off.

"It's cold here in the night," Qiao Fei said.

"I'm not even afraid of death; do you think I'm afraid of catching a cold?" Lu Yan laughed.

"You're not, but I am."

Then, he ignored her and walked forward as if nothing had happened.