His hand was as hot as a furnace, making Yun Ya quickly retract hers, Yan Song frowned, "What's wrong with you?"
Yun Ya said in a low voice, "Nothing...."
Yan Song grabbed Yun Ya's hand, his brow furrowing tighter, "Why are your hands so cold? Let me warm them up for you." As he spoke, his large hand enveloped Yun Ya's small one, the warmth spreading instantly through her palm into her limbs, stirring an indescribable sense of emotion within her.
She stared blankly at the young man before her.
Yan Song then took her other hand, his large palms cradling her small ones, gently rubbing them together. Her originally somewhat chilly hands quickly grew warm.
"Ji Yunya, I've realized something," Yan Song suddenly said.
Yun Ya pursed her lips.
"Your hands seem to have always been cool, like ice blocks, and that's not good. From now on, I'll keep them warm, making sure your hands are toasty twenty-four hours a day," the young man said as he grinned.
