"I can't remember." Mark Reed shook his head straightforwardly; he really couldn't remember.
It was completely out of instinct, wholeheartedly liking Valentine Teller.
Although Mark couldn't recall, Valentine's heart still felt warm.
Loving someone, that's loving them instinctively, isn't it? Deep in the soul, there's already an imprint of her.
"Honey, your hands are so cold, let me warm them for you."
Mark said as he grabbed Valentine's hand and tucked it into his pajamas, using his body warmth to warm her.
In winter, Valentine's hands and feet are very cold; the doctor said she has a cold constitution and needs to be adjusted slowly to improve.
When she was alone, winter nights without an electric blanket never felt warm.
Now with Mark warming her hands and feet, it's much better than an electric blanket.
Mark tightly held Valentine's hand, grinning foolishly, "Honey, you're so beautiful."
Valentine also laughed, "You rascal, always sweet-talking."
