The sudden chill made An Ran slightly startled, she was still not quite used to such intimate gestures with him.
Mu Xingfeng naturally felt the reaction of the little girl in his arms but ignored it. He kissed her fluffy little head and asked softly, "Feeling better?"
"Hmm, much better, not dizzy at all." An Ran said while breaking free from his embrace, as if to prove it to him, she shook her little head a few times.
Mu Xingfeng was amused by the childish actions of the little girl, took a step forward, and lifted her up by the waist.
"Ah—" An Ran screamed in fright, instinctively wrapping her hands around Mu Xingfeng's neck, her face full of fear: "Instructor Mu".
"The floor is cold, you're still sick and you walk barefoot on the ground, you need a spanking." Mu Xingfeng said with a stern face.
An Ran shrank her neck in fear, and mumbled softly, "The house is warm, the floor is warm too, it feels very comfortable to step on."
