Seeing that the IV drip was almost finished, Ji Mingqian stopped joking and stretched out his hand to press the call button beside him.
By the time the two of them left the hospital, it was almost twelve o'clock.
At night, the temperature in the capital dropped even lower, the chill piercing to the bone.
Ji Mingqian straddled his motorcycle and glanced sideways at Jiang Yisheng's nose, which had turned red from the cold, and frowned, "Are you cold?"
"Not cold," Jiang Yisheng shook his head, his voice trembling slightly.
Ji Mingqian gave him a sidelong glance, pulled the scarf from around his neck, and threw it to him.
"Put it on quickly."
Jiang Yisheng was about to refuse but swallowed his words when he met the urging look in his eyes.
Hastily wrapping the scarf around his neck, he got onto the motorcycle after Ji Mingqian.
Detecting that he was settled, Ji Mingqian started the bike and rode off.
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