The down coat was long, reaching from top to bottom, leaving only Jiang Shuyao's head exposed.
The lining of the clothes carried his scent, a light and gentle sophora fragrance, a stark contrast to someone's foul temper.
Jiang Shuyao didn't resist this time because she truly felt bitterly cold.
Pei Yan crouched down to zip up the down coat to the girl's chin and said softly, "Start taking off that thing inside from tomorrow and dress properly for me."
What?
Jiang Shuyao was slow to react.
Seeing her silly look, Pei Yan reached out and roughed up her hair with a heavy hand.
"Don't wear your school uniform anymore. It's ugly and doesn't keep you warm. Do you have to freeze to death to be considered a good student?"
The fuzzy hair felt quite nice.
He curved his lips into a mischievous smile, intending to tousle her hair a few more times, only for the girl to dodge by turning her head.
Jiang Shuyao, speechless, said to him, "Are you annoying or what? Get away from me."