After getting into the car, Gu Shimo started the car and turned on the heater, warming up the cold interior of the car.
"Do you feel better now?"
Gu Shimo took her hands and wrapped them around hers.
She had just walked outside for a while, and her small hands were already frozen stiff.
"It's not cold anymore."
She was wrapped in his warm hands and could feel his enthusiasm.
Ye Qingwan was moved and smiled back at him.
"Let me touch your face."
Releasing his hand, he shifted his broad palms and reached out to cover her cheeks.
Winter night.
The cold wind by the river was cutting, and her small face, which was exposed to the air, was the first to bear the brunt. It must have been so cold that it was almost numb.
His hands were very warm, making her face look even colder.
"Your face is still cold. How about we drive back when you feel warmer?"
His hands were still wrapped around her face, and his deep eyes stared at her without blinking.
