Just like that, right in front of Li Feng's eyes, he slowly unbuttoned all the buttons on his shirt, then took off his shirt and walked step by step toward Li Feng.
When that tall figure loomed over Li Feng, she finally stopped hesitating. It was as if she had finally made up her mind; she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and prepared herself to face whatever Qiu Tu would bring—come wind, frost, rain, or dew.
But at that very moment, she suddenly felt a warmth upon her body, as if something had fallen gently over her.
She opened her eyes in confusion, only to see Qiu Tu's hand reaching behind her, then draping the very shirt he'd just taken off over her shoulders.
She blinked, then looked up at Qiu Tu, her heroic features full of questions—she didn't understand why Qiu Tu would put clothes on her. Did Qiu Tu actually like this kind of game?
