Ava subconsciously raised his eyes and looked back. It was Mason who took off his suit jacket and put it on her. Mason’s hands also held her cold little hand, and he took a few breaths to his lips. , The warm palm wrapped her, wanting to warm her up.
“Why don’t you wear so little?” the man said, with a slight reproachful concern.
Everything is as good as ever, as if she had never seen him in Mia’s room, as if she had never heard those words that Mia said just now.
Ava fixedly looked at him for a few seconds, moved both hands, and pulled away from his hand forcefully, “You have nothing to say to me?”
Her lips squirmed slowly, and her voice was almost squeezed out of her throat with difficulty.
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