Nothing used to be able to distract her from a meal, but lately, Pei Huaiyu seemed to have raised her to be increasingly delicate. Sometimes, even the most nonsensical remarks could scramble her thoughts.
"Tell me—why have you made me so delicate?"
Ruan Jiaojiao poked her head out, feeling snowflakes land on her hair. Before the words had even faded, Pei Huaiyu covered her icy earlobes with his warm fingertips, tucking her stray locks behind her ears. Snowflakes fell lightly into his ink-jade hair, yet his eyes held only the sight of her feigned annoyance.
Chapter 97