"Is it cold, is it cold?" Ning Xixi's eyes sparkled, expecting Ji Yebai to scream, but he just glanced at her indifferently, "Is your hand cold?"
O__O Uh... why is it different from what she imagined?
Ning Xixi reluctantly withdrew her hand, but Ji Yebai grabbed it again, lifted the hem of his coat, and tucked her small hand inside.
Through a thin shirt, Ning Xixi could feel the warmth of his body...
Warm... hot...
She could vaguely feel the outline of his abs, hehe...
"What are you doing?" she said shyly.
"Warming your hand." Ji Yebai said smugly, "Putting ice-cold hands into someone else's collar, this childish game, I stopped playing when I was five. Only pigs like you would play it tirelessly!"
Ning Xixi pouted, "That's because you can't appreciate the fun of this game..."
Beside them, Han Naisen covered Miaomiao's eyes while the little girl struggled, "Shenshen brother, I can't see!"
