"Put it on."
His commanding voice, though piercingly cold, unexpectedly warmed someone's heart.
Shen Cheng sat there in a daze, letting him drape the clothes over her, neither refusing nor resisting.
Like a wildcat, always ready to lash out with claws that could leave one's skin lacerated, when had she ever been so docile?
Seeing she didn't move, Shi Yu leaned in, using his slender hands to adjust the coat around her.
Her frame was small, easily enveloped by his clothes, covering the exposed skin around her navel.
His face was close to hers, his shallow breaths lightly spilling over her face.
A faint fragrance, mixed with a rich scent of cigars, swiftly filled her lungs.
Before, she disliked men who smoked, simply because she hated the smell.
But now, she found she didn't dislike the smell of smoke, and she didn't know when that had changed.
She once read this line in a book: When you suddenly change a habit, it must be for someone.
