"Are you cold?"
Gu Ya looked at his young wife with a smile in his eyes.
Although her little face and hands were all red from the cold, the little woman still lied to him that she wasn't cold. After Su Yunjin finished speaking, she quickly shook her head, "Cold."
Today, the temperature had dropped by more than ten degrees, causing Su Yunjin to lie in bed for half the day, still with cold hands and feet. Gu Ya leaned over and caught his young wife's small hands, enclosed them in his palm, and breathed a few warm breaths on her hands, "What about now? Still cold?"
Gu Ya's voice was gentle, like a spider web, capable of ensnaring someone within it. Su Yunjin stared at Gu Ya, unconsciously swallowing.