The two of them were very close to each other. Their noses were almost touching and Nan Zhi's breathing immediately sped up.
There was an indescribable panic within her as she stared into his deep black eyes. Her heart beat kept increasing, she couldn't stop it even if she wanted to.
Dragging her gaze away, she did not even dare to look into his eyes for too long. "… What do you mean?"
The man still exuded an aura from within him that charmed people, even if he did not do a single thing.
Mu Sihan raised his long, well-defined fingers and pinched Nan Zhi's exquisite chin. Then he turned her petite face towards him and forced their eyes to meet. "I'm very cold right now."
He wasn't lying. The hand that was holding onto her fingers were freezing cold. They were as cold as the ice in the middle of winter.
Nan Zhi said with slight worry, "I'll go and collect more wood to make the fire bigger."
