chapter 142 happy harassment

In the evening sun, I looked at Penelope like this. Finally, I put down the racing car in my hand, smiled and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Penelope didn't respond to me but picked up my down jacket that was lying on the ground, opened my arms and helped me put the down jacket back on my body, and said with some reproach, "Don't you yourself catch a cold?"

"Have you ever seen me catch a cold? This great body is tempered by the cold wind."

Penelope...