Wu Qiangwei quietly watched him.
Although the lights were off, she could still make out the contours of his face and hear the clicking of his teeth.
Wu Qiangwei wasn't meeting him for the first time; how could she not tell whether he was pretending or really cold?
It was neither cold earlier nor later, only when she was ready to leave, did he start feeling cold.
And he was exaggerating it so much...
Wu Qiangwei smiled helplessly, sometimes Song Guanchao was like a child who never grew up.
"Are you very cold?"
"Mhm."
"Oh."
Wu Qiangwei got out of bed, and Song Guanchao's heart sank, thinking to himself how heartless the secretary was.
Watching her leave the room, Song Guanchao stopped pretending and kept sighing, feeling that his acting skills still needed improvement.
Suddenly, Wu Qiangwei returned, and Song Guanchao watched her, holding a quilt in her hands.
"Aren't you cold anymore?"
"Ah? Cold, cold, brrr~"
"Add another quilt then."
