On the windswept terrace of the Xiong Household, the night air was a cold, invisible intruder.
*Gasp!*
Xiong Rui shivered, her skin prickling with goosebumps, as she stole a glance at Zhang Wei. Despite the biting chill, he stood unaffected, his silhouette a stoic contrast against the moonlit sky. 'Does he not feel cold?' she wondered, her breath forming tiny clouds in the air.
"I do feel cold," Zhang Wei replied, his voice calm, startling her. His words seemed to dance with the same rhythm as her silent musings.
!!
He pivoted gracefully, a half-smile playing on his lips as her eyes darted away. "I can help you warm up, you know..." His tone was laced with amusement and an unspoken promise, his movements fluid as he effortlessly lifted her, placing her securely between his legs.
