Her heart was warm

Her body was pressed against his back, and he could not ignore the softness of her body.

When Cha Qing Luo spoke, she hugged his neck and leaned her head against his. Her breath brushed against his ear, tickling him and making his heart throb.

Nan jiateng walked forward with Cha Qing Luo on his back. He could hear her breathing and his own heartbeat.

As they walked, Nan Jateng's heart softened when he faced Cha Qing Luo.

He could feel that his heart had softened.

Perhaps he didn't feel this way when he faced Cha Qing Luo before.

The wind was blowing, and it was a little bone-piercing cold.

It was already December, and the air was a little cold.

It was fine during the day, but it was especially cold at night. As they walked, the wind blew and it was indeed a little cold.

Cha Qing Luo's long hair covered her ears, but her face was still cold.