Leng Yu Yan was entirely timid, her heart pounding with both panic and chaos, her ears buzzing, her face burning hot as if on fire, along with an inexplicable sensation that arose within her.
She didn't know if it was because his hands were too cold, or her feet were too warm, but in that moment, Ye Yiheng really didn't want to let go...
He even wanted to take more warmth from her.
A cough reminded him of his cold disease. Ye Yiheng's mind became alert, he put the cotton towel aside, and placed her feet back on the couch.
Fortunately, the floor was reasonably clean, and she had only stepped on it twice, so a brief wipe was enough.
He reached out to tuck the blanket around her, then carried her across the carriage horizontally.
By the light of the crescent moon, she saw his lips tightly pressed into a thin line.
It was too strange, the state between them was just too strange.
Suddenly, the moon disappeared entirely behind the clouds.
