Chapter 87 Heavy rain, pavilion, men can't say no

Mu Ci hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his hand and placed it on his slightly cold palm.

The man held her hand tightly, and with a little effort, he pulled her up from the muddy slope.

She lost her balance and fell directly into his arms. At the moment when the rainstorm fell, the man hugged her slender waist and hid in the pavilion halfway up the hill.

Although she was not wet by the rain, she still shrank back due to the cold, biting her lip as she looked at the bright lights below the mountain.

The man pursed his lips, his obsidian pupils staring at her slightly pale cheek.

The voice was low and slow , " Are you cold?"

Mu Ci shook his head and hugged his arms tightly , " It's okay."

Si Jinghuai suddenly approached her, and Mu Ci subconsciously took a step back.

Instead, the man simply took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, which still had a faint minty scent.

Mu Ci raised his head in a daze,