"Really?" Su Er was somewhat surprised; he didn't seem like the type of person who would watch art films.

But when the topic of work came up, Su Er became much more talkative. She looked up and asked, "I think my acting was passable, right?"

Looking into her clear eyes, Zhao Linsheng panicked a little. "You acted very well."

Su Er smiled genuinely, "Thank you for the compliment."

The air fell silent again, and the temperature in the once warm room seemed to drop for no apparent reason. Su Er felt the chill and sneezed.

Zhao Linsheng silently walked to the stove, squatted down, turned it on, took a piece of firewood from the firewood rack next to him, and threw it in, sending up orange-red sparks.

Su Er had never seen this method before, and finding it interesting, she curiously leaned closer and asked, "Are you adding firewood here?"

A faint, cool fragrance emanating from her instantly filled his nostrils, and Zhao Linsheng felt a tightness in his throat, letting out a low, hoarse "hmm".

Su Er didn't notice his abnormality. She reached out to feel the heat and said to herself, "If we put a teapot on the stove, we can brew tea around it."

Zhao Linsheng fiddled with the firewood, then continued her sentence, "Well, when I used to come here in winter, I would put two sweet potatoes in there, and they would be cooked in no time."

"You can do that!" Su Er exclaimed in surprise. She really wanted to eat roasted sweet potatoes right now.

Zhao Linsheng glanced at her profile, which was illuminated by the firelight and glowed with a soft light.

Without realizing it, he reached out and brushed aside a strand of her hair.

Su Er's smile froze, and she straightened up, pulling her hair back.

Zhao Linsheng covered his mouth and coughed lightly, the fragrance of her hair still lingering on his fingertips.

He explained, "Um, your hair is too close together, it'll get scorched."

"Oh!" Su Er nodded knowingly, her face showing gratitude. "Thank you."