Chapter 297

Cold?

Though it was raining, the temperature in the middle of the day wasn't that low. It shouldn't be cold.

But she was hugging her arms, trembling ever so slightly, and indeed looked very cold.

Song Guanchao took off his jacket and draped it over her. "How's that?"

"Better, a bit better, but still a little cold."

She squatted down, hugging herself and shivering.

Song Guanchao said, "Let's go to the car, it's warmer there."

Wu Yun looked in the direction of the car; they had walked almost five or six hundred meters from it.

"It's far, and it's raining heavily."

Song Guanchao felt a bit troubled. What to do?

Even if he wanted to start a fire, there was no wood to burn.

Wu Yun was still shivering, so Song Guanchao gritted his teeth, squatted down, and embraced her in his arms to warm her with his body.

Wu Yun rested her head in his arms, a sly smile curling at the corners of her mouth, as if her scheme had succeeded.