It rained several times in the past few days, the temperature dropped completely, and it felt like winter.
When I wake up every day, it is just dawn.
If you get up early, the street lights outside may not be turned off yet, and you can see the sunrise from the window.
The school sent text messages the day before to inform students to change into winter uniforms and to pay attention to keeping warm.
The winter uniform of No. 1 Middle School is a cotton-padded jacket with dark red and blue-black stripes, and the school pants are also loose-fitting blue-black sports velvet style.
In order to ensure the safety of students on the road, reflective strips are designed at the zipper position of the jacket.
It is very warm, but it will feel a bit bulky when worn.
However, Cong Nian doesn't care too much about the appearance.
She is a level 10 cold-sensitive person and she wishes she could wrap herself in a blanket while walking on the road.
It would take less than a quarter of an hour to walk from the villa area to the school gate if she walked slowly. People say that walking can warm up the body, but her hands and feet were still cold.
He walked like a little penguin, swaying slightly from side to side due to his frozen soles.
Anyone who has experienced the weather in the south understands it.
There is a kind of cold called damp cold.
Especially when it rains in winter, the coldness in the air is penetrating and goes deep into the bone marrow. No matter how many thick clothes you wear, it is useless.
When I walked through the corridor, there was no sunlight under the shade of the trees and it was very cold.
Cong Nian wrapped his coat tightly around him and looked at the girls passing by who were still wearing thin autumn school uniforms and talking and laughing, as if they didn't feel the cold at all.
If their ears and cheeks hadn't been frozen red, she would have thought she was being too pretentious.
As she grabbed her coat, He Sui came over.
As they walked, their arms rubbed against each other.
"Are you cold?"
He Sui bent down slightly and asked softly in a low voice with a bit of hoarseness.
When he was on the road, he noticed that the little girl was particularly silent today, and thought she was talking less because of the cold weather.
He hurriedly reached out and touched the back of her exposed hand.
It's icy.
So he took out a small object from his pocket and handed it over quietly.
"Here."
He had casually put it in his pocket when he went out, and it was still warm.
"Um?"
Cong Nian didn't know what He Sui asked her to hold, she just felt a warm object touching the back of her hand.
It’s warm and comfortable.
She looked down.
It is a hand warmer in the shape of a little white rabbit, with a disposable hand warmer inside.
So cute!
He is too careful!
Cong Nian's eyes lit up and she reached out to take it. The warm touch extended from the palm of her hand to the tip of her heart.
Huh? Wait...
"Then you gave it to me, aren't you cold?"
He carries it with him, is it because he is also afraid of the cold?
But this is a little white rabbit, she likes it, so it should be prepared for her, right?
"I'm not cold, you can feel it."
As he said that, He Sui turned his palm over and wrapped it around her little hand.
Her hands were small, and he could easily wrap them in his palms.
When their fingers touched, Cong Nian even felt a warm electric current running through her.
The place where the skin touched became hot.
My face turned red unconsciously.
She looked around nervously, fortunately the students didn't notice their clasped hands.
But she still held her breath and dared not relax.
He Sui felt her nervousness and pulled her into his arms, almost half hugging her.
"If you don't want to hold this, you can call me."
Call him?
Cong Nian raised her little face to look at him, the redness on her cheeks had spread to the corners of her eyes.
His eyes were wet like a deer's.
He Sui curled his lips and smiled, his narrow fox eyes narrowed into a line, with only a little light showing through the gap covered by his eyelashes.
He spoke word by word.
"Call me brother a few times, and I'll warm your hands myself."
As soon as he finished speaking, he squeezed her hand, rubbing the delicate touch of her skin and the slightly calloused palm against the back of her hand.
!!!
Cong Nian blinked very quickly.
"No, no thanks, this one is good enough..."
Let him warm her hands?
A few days ago, he shook her hand and was accidentally caught by the headmaster who was inspecting discipline.
It spread like wildfire for several days before it died down.
If I warm her hands openly and others see it, it will cause a big uproar.
And on such a special day... wouldn't it be a bit too hateful?
Not right, not right.
Cong Nian squeezed the hand warmer tightly, struggled to free it from his palm, and tucked it into her sleeve.
Just at this moment, they had already reached the door of their classroom.
"Thanks."
She stammered, her voice soft.
Before going to bed last night, she was thinking about bringing two hot packs with her today. If she felt cold after sitting for a long time during class, she would stick two on her body.
As a result, she was so busy grabbing things at night that she completely forgot about this matter.
And he carries it with him!
If this happened in the past, people would be shocked when they saw it, right?
Cong Nian couldn't help but think.
The school bully who is good at fighting, with a cold and evil face and arrogant words, has a hot pack in his pocket for little girls to warm their hands...
Well, the picture is so beautiful.
But why is it that the corners of his mouth can’t stop rising?
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