"..." As soon as his large hand entered, Sweetheart's body stiffened and her back straightened, now him cherishing her while saying such words made her small face flushed red in a split second.
"Stop it." Sweetheart extended her hand to pat off the big hand that someone had stretched inside her collar, and spoke to him in a low voice.
"I'm not messing around, really." Chen Yiran looked innocent, but his other hand continued to reach into Sweetheart's collar without giving in, "It's really cold, let me warm my hands, don't think about it too much."
"You..." Although Sweetheart felt that the big hand he put into her collar did feel a bit cold, the temperature in the room wasn't that low that it required warming hands, but since Chen Yiran was so earnestly asking her not to think too much, she can't really refuse to let him warm his hands, can she?
"Then you better not move around." Sweetheart turned her head and looked very sternly at Chen Yiran.
