Not long after, it began to snow outside. It was cold. The fireplace in the Li Mansion was burning and filled with warmth. Uncle Cai was busy in the backyard, and Qiao Qiao had probably slipped to the backyard. Now, only Li Xiwu and Pei Jingzhou were in the entire huge living room.
Five days was not long, but it felt like five years to Pei Jingzhou. He kept muttering in Li Xiwu's ear, "I haven't eaten or slept well in the past five days. I'm even distracted at work."
He then picked up Li Xiwu's hand and pressed it against his chest. Through the cashmere fabric, she felt the heat from his body. It was quite warm. As she warmed her hands, it burrowed into his clothes. Pei Jingzhou asked her, "Did you feel it?"
Li Xiwu nodded. "I feel it. It's quite warm."
"I'm not asking you to feel warm," he said faintly.
Li Xiwu pretended not to know. "Then what do you want me to feel?"
Pei Jingzhou asked her, "Don't you think I've lost weight?"
