Xiang Weilai watched as her scarf, which only wrapped around her neck twice, was transformed into three loops on Ye Ling's neck. Her straight bangs covered part of her face, and with the scarf wrapped around, she looked even more petite. Her single-eyelid eyes were particularly bright and black.
"I'm not cold," Ye Ling said, trying to pull it down.
Xiang Weilai leaned closer, holding her hand, "It's cold outside, just wear it. My mom knitted it for me. When we get back, I'll just tell her I gave it to you. She won't mind."
He added with a playful tone, "You know my mom likes you."
Those words seemed to carry a hidden meaning, making Ye Ling blush.
Looking at Xiang Weilai so close by, his breath brushing her face as he spoke, and with her hand held by him, Ye Ling took a step back, trying to pull her hand away, while Xiang Weilai let go, staring at Ye Ling's reddening face with a half-smile.
