Song Tianmo was truly both astonished and delighted, his gaze warm and filled with undisguised heat.
He leaned over, itching to reach out and pinch her cheek. But halfway through, he glanced at his fingers and suddenly gave up.
In actuality, Ling Fei was extremely sensitive to the cold.
He had just come in from outside, his hands had touched cold water, and he was holding a shower head in his other hand. If he truly touched her, it might chill her enough to jump up.
Standing up straight, Tianmo gently treaded towards the windowsill with the orchid in hand. Ling Fei's orchid was quite delicate and with the weather being cold, he didn't dare to water it too much.
He placed the shower head back in the bathroom and soaked his hands in warm water until they were thoroughly warm. Only then did Song Tianmo return to the bedside.