"..." Qi Zeyan was at a loss whether to cry or laugh, so he lowered his head to earnestly help her arrange the scarf and hat. But he had no real experience, and as the chilly wind blew, the heat from his hands gradually dissipated, almost leaving him numb.
The breath he exhaled was frosty, carrying no warmth at all.
His fingers accidentally brushed against the nape of her neck, which felt all warm and cozy.
"Ah—" However, Ruan Mengxi shivered and shrank her neck from the cold, "What are you doing?"
"You're quite warm, mind if I get a little warmth from you?"
Qi Zeyan thought about how when he was in school, he often did this, slipping his icy hands into Jiang Chengsi's neck, inevitably earning a kick from him.
"Let's get going." Ruan Mengxi hadn't anticipated that he would have such a quirky habit.
