Lin Qingqian pressed down hard on his feet to stop him from moving.
"It's cold." Jiang Yanshen frowned.
"That's why I have to warm you up," Lin Qingqian replied matter-of-factly. Her eyes met his deep gaze and her red lips curled up slightly. "I heard from my grandfather that in the past, whenever winter came, my mother would warm my father's feet like this."
Jiang Yanshen couldn't dissuade her and raised his eyebrows slightly. "Huh?"
Lin Qingqian squeezed the ointment between her fingers and carefully applied it on his knee, carefully applying it evenly.
"I heard from my grandfather that my father is delicate and has a cold physique. Other men are as hot as a furnace even in winter, but my father is not. On the contrary, my mother is a furnace in winter, so she kicks my father's feet into her arms every night to warm him up."
