"Looks like I won't need a hand warmer to sleep tonight."
"You won't need one as long as I'm around."
How could his words be so sweet?
Han Yingying stretched out her hand to cover her face, feeling her cheeks growing a bit hot.
"Yingying, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, my face just feels cool."
Hearing this, Shen Mosheng immediately stopped in his tracks, cupped her face with both hands, and seriously asked, "Is it warmer now?"
With her face being toasted with warmth, Han Yingying wanted to laugh but couldn't resist being a little mischievous.
"But now your hands will be cold."
Shen Mosheng thought for a moment and quickly stuffed Han Yingying's hands into his pockets, then cupped her face again, "Now it's not cold at all."
Amused by his actions, Han Yingying cheerily said, "But this way, we won't be able to walk."
Shen Mosheng's brows furrowed slightly, clearly a bit troubled.
