Song Jing was completely stunned.
Ji Huan, however, grimaced from the biting cold. 'He's basically a human popsicle!' she complained to herself.
But she had no choice. In the spirit of humanitarianism, she couldn't just watch him freeze to death.
She lowered her head, blew a puff of warm air onto each of his tightly clenched fists, then covered them with her hands and began rubbing them back and forth.
Song Jing's hands were huge, and Ji Huan couldn't get a proper grip on them. It was a laborious effort, so she asked him to cooperate.
Song Jing was in a daze, his body feeling disconnected from his mind, and he did exactly as Ji Huan instructed.
