The slight shiver from the cold air outside was caught by the man, and Shang Jianghan took off his black down jacket and put it on the girl.
The familiar scent of wood and a warm body temperature allowed Shen Chaoxi's restless heart for the night to immediately find harbor.
Being protected so well, Shen Chaoxi felt that her heart had become incredibly fragile recently, and her emotions were firmly intertwined with this man.
As Mrs. Liu prepared to retreat to her room, she heard Shen Chaoxi ask, "Have you had dinner yet?"
She was a bit hungry.
"A little hungry, what's there to eat?"
Shang Jianghan's gaze drifted toward Mrs. Liu.
Without waiting for Mrs. Liu to reply, Shen Chaoxi spoke first.
"You rest, Mrs. Liu. I'll cook. I made beef soup at noon. How about I make you a bowl of noodles with it?"
The latter half of the sentence was directed at Shang Jianghan.
Mrs. Liu nodded and very tactfully entered her room.