Xiao Jinxing smiled.
How could anyone be so shameless to praise themselves so fluently without blushing even a bit?
"What are you laughing at?" An Ning lightly punched Xiao Jinxing's chest with her fist.
Xiao Jinxing grabbed An Ning's fist, wrapping it tightly in his palm.
Even though An Ning was wearing quite a lot, her hands were ice-cold because the weather in Mobei was so chilly.
Inside Xiao Jinxing's warm palm, she instantly felt warmth.
Suddenly, she didn't want him to leave.
"Why did you come here?" An Ning asked.
Their tents were so far apart, and in this cold, dark night, instead of resting and preparing for the expedition, why was he running around?
"What do you think?" Xiao Jinxing replied with a question.
At this moment, he placed her hand near his lips and gently blew warm air on it.
An Ning felt a warm sensation in her heart.
She knew it was because Xiao Jinxing was thinking of her.
"How long have you been here?" An Ning asked softly.
