Jin Si was clearly intent on pushing his luck.
When he heard Qi Wu's answer, the corners of his mouth curled up into a happy smile.
"If you want to, then so be it."
"…Alright, I want to."
Qi Wu repeated.
That was because Jin Si's palm was very warm. It drove away the chill in her hand. It felt like the sun in winter, the flames of the fireplace, and the searing burn of intense sincerity.
It was difficult for her to feel desire.
However, she probably couldn't bear to leave this warmth, so she wanted to hold his hand.
That was what Qi Wu thought.
Jin Si was in an unprecedentedly good mood. He held the girl's delicate and soft hand tightly until he transmitted the warmth of his palm to her.
Hidden within his lofty and nonchalant voice was a hint of playfulness.
"Very well. I'll deign to warm your hand for you."