章 840: Having Hotpot

Ye Muyu's face was a little red. Chu Heng's hand was still warm even in winter. Perhaps it was because he wrote often, but there were calluses on his hand. When he gently touched the back of her foot, a numbness spread throughout her body. She only felt that his hand was like a fire source, igniting fire everywhere.

Ye Muyu endured it and waited for him to finish. She then quickly stood up and put on her shoes. She patted her stomach. "Ah, I'm so hungry. Let's go."

"Let's go." Chu Heng stretched out his hand.

Ye Muyu stuck out her tongue guiltily and followed him to the front hall.

"Mom, Dad said to eat hotpot tonight." Chu Jin looked at the table full of ingredients and said with a smile.

Ye Muyu was also a little interested. The weather had suddenly turned cold today, so the house would not be flooded with charcoal. Eating hotpot was just right. It could remove the cold and warm the house.