"Xiaoyou, I'm a bit cold."
A faint voice interrupted, disturbing the intense emotions of frustration and sorrow that filled the hearts of the two detectives.
You Mingxu lowered her hand and saw Yin Feng standing beside her. His face was indeed a bit pale. His eyes, as always, were as calm as a still lake. She took off her down jacket as Jing Ping walked off to one side.
Yin Feng looked at her, but did not take it.
You Mingxu frowned.
Yin Feng suddenly smiled and said, "Actually, I don't feel that cold anymore."
You Mingxu thought he was being absurd. Her jacket had warmed him, and it had warmed her too. She threw the jacket back in his arms and turned to go find Xu Mengshan.
Yin Feng chuckled, put on the jacket, his hands cold as ice. Nonchalantly, he plunged them into the pockets of his down jacket.
Inside was warm. Someone had held the jacket. His eyebrows lifted slightly at the comforting feeling which slowly crept up from his chest.