In this cold weather, only this little corner of Boundless City seems particularly warm.
On the pile of firewood, Shen Wu pulled her into his arms, carefully wiping her hands with a cloth. His eyes were red, still shrouded in a hazy mist.
One couldn't help but wonder if he almost cried out of sheer comfort.
After wiping her hands, he rubbed her face.
With a blank expression, Wen Ran let him hug and rub.
He whispered in her ear, "Ranran smells like me, that's nice."
Alright, now his spirit was lifted, not like the sleepy state he was in before.
For Wen Ran, doing such a thing was a first; even with her thick skin, she couldn't help but blush.
She coughed lightly, trying to put on a serious face to teach him, "You can't impulsively kill people like that again."
Shen Wu's eyes immediately showed dissatisfaction, "He wanted to touch you."
Again with this line, just like when they encountered that rascal in the small town, he said the same thing.
