"Wearing so little, your hands are freezing, aren't you aware of that!"
Gong Tingxuan immediately took off his scarf and wrapped it around her.
Han Yi's hands and face were icy cold all winter with no warmth at all.
Gong Tingxuan, feeling heartbroken, pulled her into the house and kept rubbing her little face until it turned ruddy. Only then did he let go.
"Mmm... you hurt me!" She gave him a glare.
He stood in front of her, looking down at her, lightly patting her small face, every move filled with affection.
"Rubbing stimulates blood circulation, prevents frostbite; you should rub your ears too... Really, aren't you afraid of the cold? You should take care of yourself!"
"I'm slightly anemic; all girls are like this, it's nothing to fuss about!"
He flicked her forehead, "I don't care about other women, only my wife. From now on, we'll focus on nourishing your blood!"
At night, Gong Tingxuan had the servant prepare a bathtub of hot water for Han Yi to soak...
