A slap in the face

Song ran quickly got up and went to her room to get a blanket. "Don't catch a cold."

Gu jinghang raised his hand and wanted to touch her face. After thinking for a while, he retracted his hand and said in a low voice, " Xiao ran, the floor is warm enough. It won't be cold.

Song ran did not ask for his help. She got herself some hot water and soaked her feet. Then, she went back to her room.

There should not be any electricity tonight. Gu jinghang sat on the sofa and read a book under the light of the oil lamp.

The light was very dim, and only his surroundings had light. It was dark everywhere. He lowered his head slightly and read the contents of the book carefully. He held a pencil in his slender fingers and occasionally wrote and drew in the book.

Song ran was mesmerized by the scene. The rough man now looked more like a refined and handsome intellectual. She could not help but turn her toes and walk towards him.