Li Xiaoxia felt embarrassed. When he got up early that morning, he chose his clothes very carefully, but he felt that winter clothes were all thick and ugly. They couldn't bring out his dashing figure at all, so he clenched his teeth and came out in denim. When he was going out, He Mingshan insisted on making him put on more clothes. Luckily, he scooted off quickly enough, but now, he realized how cold it was. However, the cold was nothing compared to looking cool, so he lifted his chest up and shook his head vigorously. "How could I be cold? I'm the least afraid of the cold."
Ruan Yang looked suspicious. She remembered he was just rubbing his hands together so she reached out to hold his little hands. "They're so cold."
Li Xiaoxia's hands were cold but his face flushed red with agitation. Ruan Yang was actually holding his little hands. How exciting.