The weather in December was cold. Gu Yang was wearing a down jacket, but her fingers were still cold. The moment she clasped Feng Jue's hands, her fingers were surrounded by warmth.
His warm and soft fingers brushed across the back of her hand as he said softly, "Big Sister's hands are so cold. You have to keep warm."
Gu Yang nodded slightly.
Feng Jue raised his eyebrows and looked at Gu Jin who was beside him. He extended his hand politely. "Miss Gu."
You didn't expect this, did you? I'm here too.
Gu Jin looked at him coldly and shook his hand. "Mr. Feng."
Bastard! So what if he came?
The two of them clasped their hands briefly and exerted strength at the same time, but their faces did not show any signs.
Beside her, Gu Yang blinked. She didn't know if she was seeing things, but she felt like Little Blood Bank and Big Sister seemed to be arm wrestling even though they just shook their hands.
