"Jingyan, are your hands still oily? Let's go wash them by the stream."
Although Luo Jingyan had wiped her hands with toilet paper, they weren't particularly clean: "Okay, go wash them."
The two walked together to the stream. Xue Yanchen squatted down and splashed his hands into the water a few times. Luo Jingyan was next to him and also put her hand into the water.
Spring snowmelt is still quite cold; as soon as your fingertips touch the water, you can feel a chill.
She intended to endure the cold water and finish washing her hands, but unexpectedly, a pair of large hands reached out and scooped her small hands away.
The man turned to her and smiled, "I'll help you wash."
His palms were warm, probably because of the heat emanating from his body.
Her small, fair, and soft hands were enveloped in his large, warm palms, so she didn't feel so cold anymore.
He splashed some water on her hands and carefully washed away the remaining oil stains, little by little, with light and gentle movements.
She had personally witnessed Xue Yanchen lift a wild boar weighing over 200 pounds with one hand, but the force he was using now felt very comfortable to her.
He washed her hands one finger at a time until both of them were clean.
After washing your hands, water stains will remain on them. Because the water is cold, it will feel very cold if you don't dry your hands.
He took her hand and placed it on his chest, then asked her, "Would you mind drying yourself on my clothes before going inside to warm up?"
Luo Jingyan paused for a moment, then shook her head.
He dried her small hands on his clothes, and to keep them warm, he unbuttoned two buttons on his chest and put her hands inside his cotton coat.
Luo Jingyan quickly felt the heat emanating from his hand. He was wearing underwear underneath, and through the thin fabric, she could feel the heat of his body and the strength and firmness of his muscles.
After about ten minutes, he warmed her hands before letting her pull them away from his chest.
Luo Jingyan still has one thing to figure out: whether she can accept it or not, she has to face the reality that will come sooner or later.
She stood by the stream, watching the babbling water, and after a moment of silence, asked him, "Yanchen, would you lie to me? Or rather, have you ever lied to me before?"
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