Wubai held Little Ai's hand tightly, feeling her hand pressed against his face, and realized his face seemed devoid of flesh!
His cold hand pressed against the back of her hand, and Little Ai's tears fell even more fiercely, "Change your clothes first, change your clothes first then we'll talk."
"No, if you don't come back with me, I won't change clothes," Wubai grasped Little Ai's soft spot of worry, she would worry about him, even worry he might catch a cold, then this relationship might still have hope. Wubai took on a rogue-like demeanor, throwing a tantrum, "If you don't come back with me, I'll just wear these clothes, freeze to death, starve to death, die from the cold, drown, none of it will be related to you. Anyway, there isn't a woman who will care about me, nor a woman who will take care of me."
"Don't be like this!" Little Ai was distraught, there wasn't even a dry towel nearby, watching the water drip continuously from his hair, she felt utterly helpless.
