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"I'm not cold."

"You are cold." Fu Lanshen bent down to button up her blazer for her, his rough fingertips accidentally grazing the soft flesh at her waist, causing a shiver to ripple through her.

Why does he always do things that lead to misunderstandings?

Could it be that he likes me?

Mu Qingli was startled by her own thought. As she slightly lowered her gaze, she saw a face of abstinent coldness, restrained and courteous, as if that tiny gesture had been just an illusion of hers.

He definitely didn't do it on purpose!

Fu Lanshen is a good elder; he's just concerned that I might catch a cold, like a kind father. How could I entertain such wild thoughts? Mu Qingli felt a deep sense of guilt over her absurd idea.

Mu Qingli let him finish buttoning her blazer.