Li Zhi huffed and gave a few token struggles, but he only responded by tightening his grip and letting out a low chuckle. So she gave up, her body relaxing as she nestled against him.
The comforting warmth that sealed out the biting wind forced her to admit that this was, indeed, much warmer.
The howling of the winter wind was largely broken by their clinging figures. Only stray wisps of cold air managed to slip through the gaps, but they were quickly chased away by his burning body heat.
Shen Yuan's arm was wrapped around Li Zhi, holding her securely in the warm cocoon formed by his side and the crook of his arm.
They walked in silence.
The slender, soft form beneath his arm felt so real, and to Shen Yuan, it seemed as if the girl in his embrace was a constant source of searing heat.
