He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts

When he fell, a black coat was placed on him.

Z took off his coat.He was only wearing a shirt and a vest, and he brushed his silver hair back neatly.

Duan Feizhuo put on that coat and was stunned on the spot.

The thick wool material was stained with Z's body temperature, making his body heat up in an instant.There seemed to be a rumbling steam engine burning in his chest, and he felt that his ears were about to burst into steam.

"Thank you..." His face was red all the way to the ears, "But aren't you cold?"

Z rested his chin, and turned blindly to the rain outside the window. "I'm relatively insensitive to heat and cold."

The white-haired policeman's handsome face was calm, making it impossible to guess his inner thoughts.

Duan Feizhuo pulled up his collar, lowered his head, and buried his head in the collar, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

Ah... What the hell is going on with this man? Why does he always unconsciously make some heart-stirring actions?