No matter how you look at it, it's winter now. Even though the house has heating, it's still not very warm due to its size. How can she dress like this? What is she thinking?
Qin Yin shivered and admitted honestly, "I'm cold."
"Come here." Nan Sichen's voice ordered with a subtle depth.
Qin Yin slightly moved her feet and gracefully walked over to him.
She carefully set the milk on the table, presenting it like a gift, "I heated some milk for you. Drink and sleep well."
Nan Sichen looked at the full cup of hot milk and pulled Qin Yin into his arms, letting her sit on his lap, then commanded in a deep voice, "Lift your feet."
"Oh." Qin Yin sat in his arms, feeling less cold due to his warm body temperature, so she snuggled a bit into him.
Already disturbed by her cool attire, Nan Sichen found it hard to breathe as she rubbed against him. His gaze darkened as he warned, "Don't move."
"Oh." Qin Yin responded and indeed stopped moving. Her gaze fell on his computer.
