Sure, here's the translation based on your guidelines:
Jiaojiao lowered her head and opened the thermos beside her, sipping the warm soup. Her health was really poor; she could manage with cold hands and feet in summer, but in winter, when her hands and feet were still cold, it became somewhat unbearable.
Duan Xi usually drove with one hand and used the other hand to warm her hands, but today it was snowing heavily, making the roads difficult to navigate, so he couldn't afford to be distracted and could only glance at her with concern from time to time.
"Brother Xi, stop staring at me. No matter how much you look, you won't see a flower blooming." Jiaojiao took another sip and said.
