She got closer, her hands on his chest, carefully tugging at his clothes. She looked at his expression again. If his expression was slightly wrong, she would immediately leave. It was hard to walk in the snow. She didn’t know if she could outrun him. In fact, it seemed like she didn’t need to run, lu Yi wouldn’t hit his daughter, and she was his savior.
He didn’t move, and nothing had changed.
Yan Huan bit his red lips and moved his body a little. He didn’t try to persuade her, but he didn’t object either.
And she was even bolder. She stretched her frozen hands into his coat, so warm that she snuggled up to him.
“I’m cold...”she moved closer to him. Her small hands were really cold. She had been like this ever since she lost blood. Her hands and feet were cold.
Lu Yi lowered his head and saw that she was like a kitten. Her small head was leaning against his chest.
