"I just think you don’t have enough layers on.”

The two walked forward, Rosalie remembered Byron’s misunderstanding just now and explained, "You’re only wearing a T-shirt. Aren't you cold?"

Byron turned his head to look at the little woman whose upper body was tightly wrapped in his coat. He reached out and grabbed her hand hanging by her side. "It won't be cold if you get closer."

Rosalie was led by him, and the two walked side by side, looking very close.

Byron led her into a small alley