After Mo Wan left, Mo Rao went back to sleep.
When he woke up, it was already dark.
The lanterns in the courtyard lit up, giving it an even more ancient feel.
However, the wind was very cold. Mo Rao stood at the window for a while before closing it.
"Why are you only wearing this?" Fu Ying's figure appeared at the door. He was wearing a black coat and exuded a cold aura.
Mo Rao turned around and saw Fu Ying putting on a coat for her. She didn't reject him.
She wouldn't hurt herself to spite him.
"Go eat. Dinner is ready." Fu Ying held Mo Rao's hand. He had just returned and it was cold outside. Mo Rao was the one who stayed at home and had just woken up, but his hand was actually warmer than Mo Rao's.
Fu Ying held Mo Rao's hand tightly and warmed it for her.
Mo Rao broke free from him. "No need."
"Your hands are very cold. I just want to warm them for you." Fu Ying frowned.
