Jiang Xi hugged the thin blanket, feeling as if she were holding a hot potato, a bit at a loss for what to do.
In the Rong Family's house, she couldn't be as comfortable as she was at Rong Nian's apartment, although, admittedly, she wasn't very comfortable there either.
The front door was open, and despite the bright sunshine outside, gusts of autumn wind blew in from time to time.
Jiang Xi stood in place for a while, but eventually, worried he might catch a cold, she walked over slowly.
She gently unfolded the thin blanket and bent over to cover him with it. Just as she was about to leave, her wrist was suddenly seized by a scalding hot hand.
Jiang Xi startled, turned her head, and met the man's deep and tranquil black eyes.
She struggled to free her wrist but couldn't break away, and glanced toward the kitchen in a panic.
"Let go, Aunt Hong will come out soon."