Perhaps Tianxin's expression was teeming with indignation. Chen Yiran finally gave a helpless smirk, stepped back, and made way for her to pass.
"Good." Tianxin mimicked Chen Yiran's tone and said a word to him, then rose on her tiptoes and patted his head.
Her palm came in contact with a patch of icy wetness. His hair was damp from the snow he had been standing in.
Only then did Tianxin notice the paleness in Chen Yiran's normally pale pink lips. His cheeks had a cold, white undertone. She hesitated for a while and held his slender hands; they were freezing cold.
"Yiran?" Tianxin raised her head, her eyes filled with concern. She initially thought he was just teasing her, but surprisingly, his hands were icy cold.
"Hmm??" Chen Yiran raised an eyebrow; his deep eyes fixated on her. "What, changed your mind yet? Have you decided to take a bath with me?"
"..." Tianxin rolled her eyes at him, exasperated. "You take a shower first. I'm not that cold."