With a swift movement, Murong Xiao snatched the coat she was wearing and threw it out of the car window.

Xiang Jin was stunned, and immediately shouted, "Stop the car!"

Su Ming quickly pulled over and stopped.

Xiang Jin opened the door and went out to pick up her clothes, but another coat was draped over her shoulders at just the right moment.

The clothes carried a familiar scent, the usual fragrance of Murong Xiao.

Did he give her his coat?

But his clothes couldn't cover his buttocks at all; you could tell when he got off the bus.

She couldn't let Murong Xiao see something so shameful.

Anyone can, but he can't.

"No need, you can wear it." Xiang Jin tossed the clothes to him, ran back to the road to pick up the jacket, put it on completely, and even zipped it up.

This time, he definitely won't be able to take it off.

Murong Xiao's face was even uglier than before.

"You really like this outfit..." came the usual cold laugh.

Having worked overtime for too long, Xiang Jin was a little tired and didn't want to cater to his inexplicable temper: "I wouldn't say I like him, we're just compatible."

suitable?

Then his clothes are not suitable?

Ultimately, what she cares about is the clothes, or the people associated with them.

The atmosphere inside the car became even more oppressive. It felt like sitting next to a block of ice, and she was so cold that her teeth were chattering. She quickly moved to the side.

"Come here," he said.

Xiang Jin shuddered, shrank his neck, and didn't move.

"Come here!" he snapped.

Xiang Jin got scared and cowered, so she quickly and slowly moved over.

Murong Xiao grabbed her arm, pulled down the zipper of her clothes, roughly took them off, and threw them out the window again.