Mo Yuan couldn't help but ask, "How're your feet? Are you still cold?"
Han Luo's feet indeed were cold, since no one warmed up her feet before helping to put on her shoes. Yet she shook her head and adamantly answered, "I'm not cold."
Mo Yuan narrowed his eyes, refusing to believe her. He knew that no one warmed up her feet. "Show me."
Han Luo blinked. She didn't understand what he meant.
Mo Yuan softly patted the couch with his right hand. "Sit here."
Han Luo knew that he didn't like her, so she hesitated before moving forward to sit beside him. But the couch was too high for her little legs. In the end, Mo Yuan stood up and carried her to the couch. He then knelt in front of her and gently took off her shoes. When he touched her feet, he frowned. It was just as he thought – her feet were frigid.
