"Xiao Yue."
A gentle hand brushed against Xiao Yue's cheek and moved to caress the side of her neck. The hand felt very cold. And very comfortable. Xiao Yue grabbed the arm and hugged it to her chest, rubbing her cheek against the cold palm of the hand.
"Xiao Yue?" Long Zhao Feng gently called.
"Mmmm..." Came the muffled answer.
It's so hot.
Xiao Yue scrunched up her brows.
The room was so hot but her hands and feet were freezing. Xiao Yue curled up and shivered like a little kitten that was exposed to the cold.
