"Your hand is a bit cold, you must be freezing."
Luo Yanqing's ink-dark phoenix eyes revealed an undeniable tenderness.
Hearing this, Kang Li paused for a moment, then smiled and asked, "Have you ever heard this saying?"
"What?"
Luo Yanqing asked.
"There's a kind of cold—when your lover thinks you're cold."
Kang Li walked hand in hand with Luo Yanqing, and as soon as she said this, Luo Yanqing couldn't help but feel his face heat up, especially when he met Kang Li's teasing gaze. The blush on Luo Yanqing's face crept up his neck all the way to his ears. He turned his head awkwardly and coughed lightly twice, then forced himself to act serious: "That's a new one, I've never heard it before."
Kang Li gave an "oh," the laughter in her bright eyes almost overflowing, and a low, happy chuckle slipped from her lips.
The laughter wasn't loud, but it sounded incredibly clear to Luo Yanqing's ears.
"I really do think your hand is pretty cold."
