Then, she scooted a little closer to Jiang Sifan, her arm brushing against his.
Jiang Sifan's body stiffened for a moment, but he didn't move.
"Brother Sifan, are you cold?" He Lingyi asked.
"I'm not."
"I'm a little cold," He Lingyi said, pulling the blanket up and scooting a little closer to him.
This time, their arms were pressed together. Her skin was cool and smooth.
Jiang Sifan's heart began to beat faster. He shifted to the side, trying to create some distance, but the bed was only so wide. He had already reached the edge; any farther and he would fall off.
"Don't move anymore, or you'll fall off," He Lingyi said with a laugh, reaching out to pull his arm. "Come a little closer to the center."
She gave his arm a tug, and his body slid a little toward the center, their shoulders touching.
"Brother Sifan, you're so warm," He Lingyi's voice was very soft.
"Yeah, I run hot."
"Then you can warm my hands for me." He Lingyi reached over and tucked her hand into his palm.
