C166 Dusteridine

"Miss Mu, the sky is a little cold. Put on a thick set of clothes."

Mu Qing Han turned around and saw Pei'er running over with a cloak in her arms. She couldn't help but smile. "Thank you."

Pyle helped her to put the cloak around her shoulders, tied it skillfully, and smiled with curved eyes: "No thanks. You've only just recovered from your illness