Normally, Xue Yang's hands were the warmest, and she loved to hold them to warm herself, sometimes even pressing them against her face for their comforting heat. Now, however, his hands were as cold as ice. Lin Xi spread open his palm and saw that it was red and raw from the cold.
It wasn't just his hands, but his entire body. When she had thrown herself at him earlier, he had clearly been shivering.
Lin Xi immediately felt a pang of heartache.
Xue Yang pulled his hand back and blew warm air into it, speaking in a relaxed tone. "I caught a bit of a chill on the way back, it's nothing. I'll warm up soon."
Xue Yang tried to pull his hand away again, but Lin Xi held it firm. Then, she did something completely unexpected—she guided his hand under her shirt, pressing it against the warmth of her stomach.
"I heard your stomach is the warmest part of your body. Let me warm you up."
