Han Yingying chuckled and shook her head, enjoying the service Shen Mosheng was providing, "I'm not cold."
Shen Mosheng bowed his head and gently breathed on her icy little hands, rubbing them softly with his warm, large palms in a tender manner.
Han Yingying felt a sour sensation at the tip of her nose, a surge of emotion overwhelming her heart.
Although Shen Mosheng was not apt with words, he always used actions to express his care and pampering, invariably offering her too much protection and emotion in unanticipated moments.
Feeling the small hand in his palm slowly warming up, Shen Mosheng smiled contentedly and continued to envelop the small hand tightly in his, lifting his head to gaze directly into her dark eyes, he gently asked, "Yingying, will you walk away again?"
"I won't." She had already run away, escaping with a colossal lie.
