Right up to the hospital room, Huo Yishan stared intensely at him.
Li Yuan placed her on the hospital bed and adjusted the blanket for her, accidentally touching her ice-cold hands in the process.
"You've been outside for so long, didn't you feel cold?" he asked as he proactively took her hands into his, blowing warm breath into his palms.
Such a gentle gesture instantly dissolved all of Huo Yishan's earlier dissatisfaction.
This man was a little strange—so fierce when angry, yet his gentleness could involuntarily drown anyone.
"I don't want to stay in the hospital room."
"Why?"
"It's stuffy, boring, and there's no one to keep me company." She lowered her head, letting her hands be cradled and warmed by his rubbing in his palms.
And regarding this tenderness, she took it for granted, thinking he did it only because her hands were cold, not realizing that not every man would make such a gesture toward her.
