Xia Yangyang was not stupid, she usually picked up these skills quite fast.
However, she just couldn't seem to get the hang of making dumplings, no matter how Gu Qichen taught her.
Of course, the main reason was probably that Gu Qichen was standing too close to her.
He was speaking into her ear.
His deep voice entered her ears, his lips occasionally brushing against Xia Yangyang's earlobe.
Xia Yangyang's ears turned red, the buzzing sound pervasive in her ears.
She couldn't hear a thing Gu Qichen was saying.
Gu Qichen's hands enveloped Xia Yangyang's hands.
He taught her step by step how to wrap the dumplings.
Xia Yangyang's fingers were icy cold, but Gu Qichen's fingers were very warm.
This warmth was something she had missed for a long time.
Xia Yangyang suddenly remembered back in university. In the winter, she loved dragging Gu Qichen to the food street near the school.
When it got too cold, Gu Qichen would hold her hand and put it in his pocket.
It was very warm.
