"It's nothing serious, just thinking about where to earn some silver," Chen Cheng said with a light laugh, trying to sound casual. He sheathed his Long Saber, walked over, and took her slender, delicate hands, rubbing them between his own.
In March, the well water was still frigid. The Chen Family drew their water from a deep well under the old locust tree at the end of Locust Tree Lane. Since it was drawn from deep underground, the water was bone-chillingly cold.
Mu Xiaowan had just finished washing a cotton quilt with the well water. Her normally fair hands were tinged red and felt ice-cold.
Mu Xiaowan gave a sweet, slightly bashful smile. She savored the warmth from Chen Cheng's large hands; they weren't just warm, they seemed to radiate a fiery heat.
Ever since he started cultivating Martial Dao, Brother Cheng was always warm. Her favorite thing was to snuggle against his fiery chest on cold nights; it was so warm and made her feel secure.
