The environment on the mountain was indeed as Xin Ya's father had said. It was very beautiful.
"We can totally develop tourism,"ye Cong put his phone into his pocket and said.
"It's too dangerous to go up and down the mountain here. Even many people who live in the mountain get injured every year. Who would come here to play?"Xin Ya finished sending the text message and put her phone into her pocket as well. Then, she blew hot air into her hands.
Ye Cong watched. The next second, he reached out and grabbed her hand, then put it into his pocket.
Xin Ya:"..."
Gulp --
He swallowed his saliva unconsciously. He, he, what was he doing?
"Who's going to apply medicine on my frozen hand?"
Xin Ya:"..."
Sorry, she was thinking too much.
