He held her hand greedily, greedy for the warmth she gave him, and refused to let go.
After hesitating for a moment, he pricked his eyelashes and said, "I'm still cold."
"Is it still cold?" She puffed up her cheeks, let go of his hand, ran to the air conditioner, stood on tiptoes, reached the remote control, and turned up the temperature.
It seems like staying with that boy will always make you feel cold.
"Is this better?" She tilted her head and looked at him innocently. "It's still cold." He huddled on the side of the bed, looked at her at a loss, and raised a faint smile.
"How can we fix this?" She felt slightly embarrassed, scratched her little head, walked towards him on tiptoes, and hugged him from behind: "This will keep you warm."
The young man was startled, and his voice was stiff: "I hate this way." He frowned, and Xin Qing suddenly felt extremely frustrated.
Did he say he hates her...
Really, what I did just now left no room for myself at all... Now I'm really embarrassed.
"Yes...I'm sorry." She stiffened and slowly relaxed her hand, her slender fingers slowly sliding down. The moment he completely retracted his hand, he suddenly held her hand with his backhand, pulled her slightly, and hugged her into his arms.
middle.
"I still like this." There was a bit of demonic element in his tone. She leaned her little head on his chest and could hear his strong heartbeat.
Xinqing's face turned red.
"You..." She struggled to break free from his arms, but he stopped her: "Don't move, it hurts." (Such a far-fetched reason...)
"..." She puffed up her cheeks and lowered her head helplessly. She was really overflowing with kindness... Forget it, just don't move.
The boy's eyes locked on Xin Qing's awkward expression, he smiled knowingly, closed his eyes, hugged her tightly, and called her euphemistically: "To keep warm...!"