Qin Shuang blinked.
Her raised fingertips had intended to push He Zhiyao away, but she couldn't help curling them slightly, clutching the corner of his clothes tightly.
Then she gently poked him with her fingertip, "Are you cold?"
He Zhiyao drew her into his embrace, "Cold."
"If you're cold, why don't you hurry up and go?" Qin Shuang tugged at the corner of his clothes.
He Zhiyao chuckled and said, "I thought you might say, 'If I hug you, you won't be cold anymore.'"
Qin Shuang's face reddened, "Would you shut up, how can you say something so cheesy?"
"So, is Miss Qin cold?" He Zhiyao asked.
"I'm not cold." Qin Shuang was certain that nothing serious could come out of He Zhiyao's mouth. She very seriously and firmly shut down his line of teasing.
He Zhiyao didn't speak, instead he pressed his face against hers and gently rubbed it against her cheek, "It seems to be not that cold, how about I borrow some warmth from you?"
Qin Shuang: ...
