Watching Mei Mengzhen shrug her neck several times, Pei Ziyu grasped her hand, which was almost chillingly cold at the moment, "Your hand is so cold, why didn't you say anything?"
As Pei Ziyu spoke, he began to take off his jacket, intending to put it on Mei Mengzhen. However, before he could remove it, she abruptly grabbed it, insisting she didn't want his jacket, as he was wearing even less than her, and if he took it off, he surely wouldn't be able to stand the cold, "Won't you be cold if you give me your jacket? You only have a thin shirt underneath, don't think I didn't notice. You better put it on quickly, so you don't catch a cold."
"I won't be harmed by the cold; I usually wear less anyway. But you, you didn't feel cold after all that fuss just now, and now you're starting to feel it," Pei Ziyu said sternly, refusing to take a step back and intent on taking his jacket off.