The icy cool touch on his arm felt particularly comfortable, and Jin Yu squinted his eyes as he looked at her.
She was lying on the table, lazily blinking at him with a hint of envy in her eyes.
Jin Yu found her quite peculiar; it was such a hot day, yet she'd been cooking in the kitchen all along, and her hands were still icy cool.
And it wasn't the clammy cool of sweat; her palms were dry, as if she had not sweated at all, but at night when it cooled down, her hands would become warm and soft, very comforting.
Xu Niannian was pinching Jin Yu's arm, unaware that he had been watching her the entire time, while she was busy examining the muscles on his arm.
Her tender fingertips poked at the muscles on his arm, hard and firm; Xu Niannian wrinkled her dainty nose in disdain.
Jin Yu couldn't help but laugh.
"Business was pretty good today," he said.
