"Don't kid yourself, your snowman isn't as good as mine."
Li Qingrong was speechless, glancing down again at someone's already frostbitten hands, and couldn't help but ask.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"I can't feel it." Jiang Nian replied stubbornly while building, "My body is like a little furnace."
Li Qingrong: "...."
Ignoring Jiang Nian, she reached out to start rolling a snowball too. Her pale hands turned rosy the instant they touched the snow.
The sharp pain from her ten fingers settled firmly at the tips.
"It's so cold."
"I told you it was cold, didn't I?" Jiang Nian clapped his hands, stood up, and grabbed her hands.
"And besides, the snow on the ground is so dirty."
As he spoke, he held Li Qingrong's hands for a moment. Without saying much, he pretended to bring them to his mouth.
Li Qingrong's expression changed, and she quickly pulled away.
"You!! You..."
Her usually calm face bore a shocked expression, her complexion turning rosy, embarrassed on his behalf.
