Ning Qing sat in the car. Her little body, which was frozen in the cold wind, quickly warmed up. The car was heated and very comfortable.
There was another layer of guilt in her heart. He was not a person who liked to have the heat on. He had probably turned on the heater because he was afraid that she would be cold, and he wanted her to be warm.
He was so considerate.
Lu Shaoming sat in the driver's seat and did not start the car immediately. He leaned over slightly. He wrapped his two big palms around her boneless little hands and held them.
"Is it cold?" he asked while rubbing her little hands and giving her warmth. His palms were warm and comfortable.
