"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.

From the outside, the alley was pitch-black with no lights at all.

Rosalie looked at him puzzled. "The place you mentioned is here?"

Byron nodded. "It must’ve closed. Let's go to another place. What do you want to eat?"

Rosalie was indeed hungry. Hearing this question, many options popped up in her mind.

After thinking for a long time, she finally decided. "Let's have crayfish. I haven't eaten it for a long time. I'm craving for it."

Then, she suddenly thought of something and looked at