would be even more sick now.Shen Yi'an put on her coat, and in an instant, she was enveloped by Song Lin's cold aura. Every inch of skin that touched the fabric began to burn.She tugged at her collar...."Mr. Song, this orchid..." Shen Yian pointed to the bag."Time is about up, I still need to buy shoes." Song Lin glanced at the orchid, subtly changing the subject."Oh. Good."Shen Yi'an didn't ask any...