Tang Zan stepped closer to Pei Shu'er, and instinctively, she stepped back.
He spoke coldly, "How could I bear to flay your skin? But this clothing, it doesn't need to exist anymore. It was touched by him."
It's autumn now, and it's already getting a bit chilly.
Goosebumps appeared on Pei Shu'er's delicate skin.
Tang Zan originally intended to ignore it, but he found that even though he was very angry with Pei Shu'er at that moment, he still couldn't bear to do such a cruel thing to her.
Tang Zan took off his cloak and placed it over Pei Shu'er, and then the fabric slid down her skin to the ground.
Pei Shu'er did not pick it up; she just stood there with her arms crossed, eyes quietly watching Tang Zan.
She had her own temper too, and a cold sneer pulled at the corner of her lips.
"Tear it then, let me freeze to death; what do I need this cloak for?"
When she said this, her neck was stiff, but her voice still carried a touch of sob.
