Qiao Chengxun didn't say anything more and turned to look at Wen Meimei, who was leaning against the cold wall.
The girl's face was weary, and her dark, raven eyes were as still as dead water, her eyelids fighting a battle to stay open.
She was still wearing the evening gown from earlier, her fair, long arms hanging naturally by her sides, and her little face drooped low.
She looked like a woman drunk from the night before, yet also like a girl sick with illness, pityfully endearing.
Damn it!
Qiao Chengxun felt an inexplicable irritability inside him and quickly walked over, taking off his suit jacket to wrap it around her.
"Put on the coat," he said.
"Er..." Wen Meimei, hardly able to keep her eyes open with sleepiness, reached out to grab the suit jacket but accidentally let it slide off her shoulders.
Her drowsiness faded slightly; she crouched down to pick up the jacket.
She got hold of the coat and slowly stood up, attempting to put it on.