The cold, rough palm merely grabbed the snow-white calf, but it left a red mark.
"I'm not cold," Wen Shu said, feeling a mild prickling pain in her calf as she tugged hard, "also, you're even cooler than I am."
She was telling the truth.
Rah couldn't argue, his arm relaxed for a moment before gripping tighter again, "I'm cold!"
He let go with one hand and rubbed his burly arm, deliberately leaning back to expose a wet wound, eyes wide open, "It hurts so much, both painful and cold... Am I going to die?"
"..."
He was a towering, muscular man, pathetically clutching a leg smaller than his arm, seeking comfort.
Wen Shu felt a lump in her chest, unable to bear looking straight at him.
When his mind is healed, will he want to jump into the sea remembering this scene?
She resisted the urge to hold her head, unable to pull her leg out, so she stopped wasting time entangling, nodding towards the corner, "I won't push you anymore, but you need to move over there."
