The two of them kept staring at each other in that position.
Then Nan Sichen's phone rang. He calmly moved away from her, took out his phone, and saw that it was Jian Yanyan calling, so he answered.
"Hello."
"Uh, um, Mr. Nan, is Yinyin still with you?"
"Yes."
Nan Sichen nodded slightly and handed the phone to Qin Yin.
On the other end, Jian Yanyan continued, "Could you please hand the phone to Yinyin?"
Qin Yin held the phone, speechless, "I'm already on the phone."
She was still lying in the seat and felt it was strange to be lying here talking on his phone with Nan Sichen sitting beside her. She wanted to get up, but with one hand holding the phone and the other injured, she couldn't muster the strength. Seeing her struggle, Nan Sichen could only reach out to help her up.
His fingertips were cold and sent a shiver through her thin clothes onto her skin.
She suddenly turned to him and asked, "Are you cold?"
Jian Yanyan said inexplicably from the other end, "I'm not cold."
