Chapter two hundred and twenty-second arm to borrow you to save

There was still a lingering temperature on his coat. Aria stretched out his hand and asked, a familiar smell.

In the heart across unknown emotions, there are excitement, happiness, and loss... Lift your eyes and look at him, the sun shines on him, plated with a layer of light golden light, light brown ink, in the breeze blowing demon different shaking. Elegant, cold, and a little more domineering not to let people approach.

"Aren't you cold?" Before the sound fell, Aria wanted to fan himself. It's all human, she's cold like that, he's not cold?

Such two questions...

He thought he would get angry, but his calm surprised Aria.

"Not cold."

Aria: "…"