Jiang Xingye asked, feeling a trace of shame.
Even though the narrow alleyway was sheltered from the wind, the tips of his ears were burning red, a heat that spread all the way to his cheeks. His body felt like it was on fire; his blood surged like molten lava, and his heart hammered against his ribs like a war drum.
Seeing his awkward state—he looked as if he were curling his toes so hard he could have carved out an entire Yinguang Hall—Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but laugh. She poked his chest, but he was wearing a thick military overcoat, so she couldn't actually feel him. She slid her hand inside his collar, pressing her palm against his warm skin.
"You want me to tell you?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
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