Lin Banxia hesitated for a moment, then pulled his hand and said, "Come on, let's sit inside. It's cold out here."
Her small hand was cool to the touch, while his large palm was scorching hot like fire. Lin Banxia greedily nestled her entire hand into his palm.
She couldn't help but think to herself that his body must be warm too.
Realizing her mind was wandering to some irrelevant thoughts, Lin Banxia's cheeks flushed with embarrassment once again.
Inside the house, the two of them sat down on the sofa.
Yan Ting liked the feeling of holding her in his arms. As he gazed out the window, he suddenly noticed that the leaves of the pear tree in early winter had all fallen. Its towering trunk stood bare, evoking a feeling of melancholy.
"Did you used to climb up that pear tree to play when you were a child?" Yan Ting asked emotionally, pointing out the window.
