The sunlight was just right, but the spring weather was still a bit cool.
Fu Shiyan draped a windbreaker over An Yan, wrapping her up, "Don't let the wind blow on you."
Blinking, An Yan said, "You're already blocking the wind for me, where's the breeze coming from? Plus, I'm not even cold."
Fu Shiyan laughed and hugged her, his voice emanating from the top of her head, "Being afraid you're cold is one thing, but I'm mainly worried the wind might take advantage of you. It touching you is almost like a hug."
An Yan looked up at him, somewhat astonished, "Are you jealous of the wind too?"
"Mhm, I'm even more jealous of water, it can kiss every inch of your skin."
An Yan: "..."
Seeing the woman's stunned expression, Fu Shiyan couldn't help but laugh, "Looks like you're too satisfied with me."
An Yan glared at him, "You've got a thicker skin than the city walls, flattering yourself so shamelessly."
Fu Shiyan chuckled lowly, "Yeah, I am quite adorable."