After a wild morning outside, Yu Sangwan clung to the heater and refused to let go once she got back.
Lu Jinxuan walked over with a blanket, scooped her up, and moved her away from the heater.
"Mmm..." Yu Sangwan pouted, "What are you doing? I'm so cold, I love the heater!"
"Don't be silly," Lu Jinxuan said sternly, scolding her like a child, "It's so cold outside, if you keep warming up like this, your beautiful hands will get frostbitten and leave scars that won't be pretty anymore, and they'll get rough."
Seeing him patiently warming her hands, Yu Sangwan couldn't help but smile, "Actually, you talk a lot too, like a chatterbox with me."
"Hmm?" Lu Jinxuan was slightly stunned, looking embarrassed, "Have you never heard the saying, 'you become red by being close to vermilion, black by being close to ink'?"
"Hehe," Yu Sangwan giggled, rubbing her nose against his, "So am I the 'vermilion' or the 'ink'?"
"Hmm..." Lu Jinxuan smiled without answering, "What do you think?"
