Ma Zhihao lowered his eyes, looking at the little girl's eyes, clear as autumn waters, shimmering with light, and he felt a slight stir in his heart.
When his gaze moved downward, Ma Zhihao was taken aback, quickly releasing Erya's wrist and stepping back abruptly.
His eyes darted around evasively, glancing everywhere except at Erya, as he murmured, "You've been out in the cold wind all night, your body is ice-cold, quickly go take a hot shower to warm up."
Erya really felt cold and hurried into the bathroom!
She stayed in the master bedroom, which had its own bathroom and toilet.
Once in the bathroom, Ma Zhihao stood there like a lost soul for quite a while.
Only when he heard the sound of water running inside did he finally come back to his senses, then fled hastily.
In the bathroom, Erya stood under the showerhead, letting the hot water flow over her body.
As her body gradually warmed up, she felt more comfortable overall.
