157, what I want is also your heart.

As they stepped out of the private room, Mo Xiuchen released Wen Ran's hand.

The sudden loss of warmth startled Wen Ran, and she looked up at the man beside her. In the dim light, his handsome features were steeped in a cold sternness, and his slightly pursed lips betrayed his displeasure.

Was he angry?

Wen Ran blinked in bewilderment. He didn't seem happy in the private room, but his expression hadn't been like this.

She didn't understand why Mo Xiuchen was angry with her. In the elevator, he didn't speak to her either.

When they left Yi Pin Xuan Pavilion, a wind had started, suggesting impending rain.

The cold wind whipped against her lightly clad body, inducing a shiver. Subconsciously, Wen Ran slipped her hands into her pockets and tightened her coat.

The next second, a warmth enveloped her as Mo Xiuchen's suit, imbued with his masculine scent, was draped over her slim shoulders.

"Wear this."