No matter what Jian Ran said, Qin Yue still remained silent. If it wasn't for his arms around her waist, she would have thought that this person didn't exist at all.

After talking for a long time, he still ignored people, and Jian Ran didn't want to talk anymore. She touched her soft head in her arms and sighed helplessly.

If he wants to be cold, let him be cold, but in such a cold winter, it is very cold.