Vicdor Blake took off his coat, put it on Leyi's shoulder, and hugged her shoulder.

After going to check out, I took her away.

When she went out, a cold wind blew and made Leyi wake up.

She opened her eyes slightly, moved her nose, smelled a familiar smell of aftershave, and smiled giggly: "Am I dreaming? How could Vicdor still be willing to come to me? It must be a dream..."

She raised her hand and hugged the neck of the man beside her: "Even if it is a dream, I am happy, Vicdor..."

This infatuated appearance made Vicdor Blake more and more soft to her.

"Well, let's go...