A warm hand suddenly rested on one side of her shoulder.
Just that little bit, that bit of warmth.
Drew out all the vulnerability within Tang Yige.
Yige suddenly turned sideways, tiptoeing, reached out and held Lei Yicheng's neck tightly, her voice weak and hoarse, with a faint sound of teeth chattering, "Hold me tight, I beg you."
Lei Yicheng's body trembled, momentarily dazed and at a loss.
But soon, Lei Yicheng inhaled deeply, spread his arms wide, and tightly embraced Tang Yige's back.
"Not enough, not tight enough, hold tighter, hold tighter..."
Yige almost cried as she pleaded.
Lei Yicheng felt a stabbing pain in his heart, and held her tighter, "Is this okay? Hmm?"
Yige cried without speaking.
She thought she had gotten used to being alone, to the cold, to the loneliness.
But now, wrapped in this fiery chest, Tang Yige realized, she could also be fond of warmth, crave warmth.
And wished, she could receive warmth!
