"Lili, wait a second," Fu Lanshen's voice came from behind.
"What's up?" Mu Qingli glanced back slightly.
She was still wearing the pure white long down jacket from yesterday, her figure swaying gracefully, lithe and slender.
"Put this on and keep warm," Fu Lanshen walked over, leaned in slightly, and tied a bright red scarf around her.
The scarf was large, covering half of her face, revealing a pair of dazzling eyes, clear-cut, vivid, and the red scarf was like a red plum blossom on a swath of pure white snow.
It looked very pretty.
But the important thing was to stay warm.
As soon as Mu Qingli put on the scarf, she felt enveloped by a warm current, so comfortable that every pore on her body seemed to open up.
"Go ahead," Fu Lanshen stretched out his hand to ruffle her hair, revealing a smile as tender as a loving father's.
"Then I'm off," Mu Qingli winked playfully at him and then ran out the door.