Possessive

The next second, Mr. Fang gently pushed her aside before taking off his suit jacket.

"Turn around," he instructed as he spread the jacket in front of him.

Quickly, Zhang Liling turned her back to him and stretched her hands backward so he could help her out on the jacket.

"Thank you," she said with a smile as she turned to face him.

"Do you want to button it up?" He asked with raised brows as he wasn't sure if she would still be comfortable without securing the locks.

"No, it's fine."

"If you were cold, why didn't you speak up since? If I hadn't asked, would you have remained quiet until we left this place?" 

Fang Bingwen was already berating her for her carelessness. 

She didn't speak up for something as important as her health, and they have been chatting all along.

But Zhang Liling still didn't feel that she was wrong. Instead, she rushed into his embrace again.