The candlelight flickered, and Lulu seemed to be in a daze.
The young man's eyelashes slightly narrowed, and the emotions in his eyes were restrained. He only focused on warming her feet.
For some reason, Lulu's heart seemed to be in a mess, and it was pounding.
"Jiang Jiang…I-I'm not cold. I'm not afraid of the cold." Lulu's voice was weak. The tips of her ears were red, and her eyes seemed to be watery.
Lu Huaijiang looked up.
Their eyes met, and they met each other's eyes.
Lu Huaijiang was stunned.
"Do you remember the last time you had a stomachache? If a woman gets a cold, she will inevitably have a stomachache in the future." After saying that, he took a brocade blanket and wrapped her fair feet up.
Lu Huaijiang's fingertips trembled.
Lulu's skin was as white as snow, and her jade feet were almost transparent, soft and smooth.
Lulu avoided Lu Huaijiang's gaze and whispered, ""I'll remember that in the future."
