Yu Zexiao also intentionally let out a laugh, leaned in to kiss her, and at the same time, his hand couldn't help but roam, wanting to continue feeling her surprising softness.
"Husband, big husband, stop, it's cold, really cold." Jian Anning immediately dodged, while her fingers clung to her own arm, pleading softly.
Just then, a breeze blew by, and the already dense mist suddenly swept in from the leaky window frames into the water pavilion, chilling Jian Anning so much she immediately shivered.
Seeing her pitiful look, and noticing that her fair skin had indeed developed quite a few tiny particles from the cold, Yu Zexiao felt sorry for her and quickly asked, "Is it really that cold?"
Jian Anning hadn't answered him when a sneeze responded for her, "Achoo! Achoo!"
