Miao Zhu stiffened her neck: "This hug is just to let you know that my waist isn't thick. At least, not especially thick..."
She couldn't continue her sentence.
Among the people beside the Commandery Princess, it seemed her waist was the thickest.
But she's very strong.
If her waist were thin, lifting heavy objects would make her snap; what would she do?
Song Guo's face was completely flushed as he walked up to Miao Zhu, unconsciously swallowed.
Earlier when he saved her from the snow and hugged her for warmth, she was wrapped in blankets. Now, facing her for a hug without them, his heart felt like it was jumping out of his chest.
But the opportunity was right in front of him—
Song Guo rubbed his face vigorously, took a deep breath, and then, with stiff arms, grabbed her waist.
Miao Zhu: "..."
The distance between them was a full foot; did this count as a hug?
