Wen Nanxi's body trembled, and his eyes unexpectedly warmed up.
These words were truly heartwarming, able to warm his heart and soul.
He could even clearly smell the fragrance in her hair and feel the strong heartbeat in her chest. That lively warmth was like a light, forcefully chiseling away the cold walls of his heart.
"Ayao..." His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice hoarse with emotion.
"But I might chill you..."
His body temperature wasn't naturally cold, and he was really afraid of freezing her.
Moreover, if he got emotional, he had no superpower and feared he couldn't control it in the heat of the moment.
Before Wen Nanxi could say anything to refuse, Su Muyao was already holding his neck, leaning forward, and her soft lips touched his.
Her lips were like petals in early spring falling on the ice, bringing a scorching temperature.
After a long drought, this touch was like water vapor sprinkling on a dry riverbed, as if a flood was being aroused on the riverbed.
