January is the coldest time in London. At night, the temperature drops to 3 C – 5 C.
Although the heater was turned on, the room temperature was colder than the temperature outside. It's because Han Luo was giving Zheng Mian a chilling glare.
When Zheng Mian said, "Luo, I'm not going to kiss your big brother. So, you can relax," Han Luo realized what she had done. She was flabbergasted by her own attitude. 'Did… did I just say that?' She couldn't believe herself. She looked at Zheng Mian with a blank expression.
Seeing her expression, Zheng Mian commented, "It's just a game. Don't take it seriously."
Han Luo immediately became serious and protested, "Even if it's a game, you can't." Her arms that had loosened around Mo Yuan's neck for a second, tightened once again.
Zheng Mian surrendered, "Fine, you win. Are you cool now?"
