The little demon's feet were indeed very cold. Huo zhongrao felt a chill when he touched them.
He looked at her with heartache and annoyance in his eyes. She was only wearing Single Shoes and no socks. How could her feet not be cold?
"You're getting cold like this. You deserve the pain!"
Even though he said that, Huo zhongrao kept warming Xiaoyao's feet.
The man's palm was wide and warm, and soon her white and tender feet were warm.
It was tingling and numbing. The little demon squinted her eyes and leaned against the car door, looking at Huo zhongrao's side profile.
Her gaze shone through the car window and landed on the man's face, giving off a faint golden glow.
Xiao Yao stretched out her hand and opened her fingers. Through the gaps, she looked at Huo zhongrao, the man she loved deeply.
She, Lu Xiaoyao's man. There would never be another man in this world who would treat her so well.
