What made Meng Jingyi even angrier was that before she could erupt, Xiao Heng said, "With the blanket over, as long as you don't move around, other than that bunch of bones, I can't feel anything else."
Can't feel anything?
He actually said he couldn't feel anything?
Meng Jingyi's pale face finally had a hint of color, her ears turned red, not sure if it was from anger or embarrassment, but she had to admit, his body was really warm, really comfortable, making her reluctant to push him away.
Meng Jingyi struggled internally for a bit, and eventually crossed her arms over her chest and leaned into Xiao Heng's burning chest.
At the same time, Xiao Heng wrapped his arms around Meng Jingyi's slender waist, pulling her cold body tightly against his. In that moment, a comfortable low moan escaped from Meng Jingyi's throat, her hands clinging tightly to his firm chest, wantonly absorbing the warmth.
"So warm, so comfortable."
