Ning Xiaofei instinctively wanted to retract her foot, but the man's fingers tightened slightly.
"Don't move."
Her little hooves felt as cold as ice blocks, dirty from walking all the way – would he ever want to touch her after this?
Ning Xiaofei just pursed her lips, tightened her body, and snuggled into his embrace, thinking it was not her hand that was dirty, so she might as well warm up first.
Soon, Zhou Tao came back holding a cup of instant noodles that had been reheated with hot water, carrying various foods that could be bought from the supermarket. Ning Xiaofei, feeling embarrassed for Zhou Tao to see her and Mu Tianye in such an intimate position, quickly got up and fled to the other side of the back seat, pulling down the central armrest.
Zhou Tao carefully brought over the soaked noodles. Ning Xiaofei sniffed, carefully leaned forward to sip some of the soup, and immediately squinted her eyes in satisfaction.
"Ah! Truly a heavenly delicacy."
