"Stay here and do not move. I will be back soon!"
Jing Yichen's cold order sounded bossy and firm.
Shangguan Ning nodded obediently as she lay huddled in the blanket, looking bewitching.
A couple of minutes later, Jing Yichen came in with a bowl of hot ginger soup.
Shangguan Ning was about to get up when a strong arm scooped her up.
She had only a thin layer of pajamas on her, and his sleeves were rolled up for the boiling of the ginger soup. As a result, she could feel the warmth of his arm clearly.
She was not used to this kind of intimacy, but she kept her mouth shut under Jing Yichen's sharp sight.
His look was even colder than the ice outside!
She took the ginger soup which he had boiled and sipped it.
The warm ginger soup heated up Shangguan Ning's stomach and brought comfort to her instantly. Her body started to feel warm again.
