Bo Sishen’s warm palm enveloped her small hand, asking in a low voice.
When Bo Sishen spoke, a warm smile appeared in his eyes. Mu Shini, feeling a bit uncomfortable, nodded, then shook her head, "Not cold..."
"Come here." Bo Sishen pulled her little hand, drawing her closer to him.
He opened his coat and said in a deep voice, "Lean here, it won’t be cold."
Mu Shini looked at him opening his coat, revealing his muscular body, and couldn’t help but frown, muttering to herself: You might as well let me stay in a warm room, it’s warmer. Leaning in your arms, what is that? If I hurt your old back, wouldn’t I have to take responsibility?
"Disdain me for being disabled?" Bo Sishen raised his brows, seeing her hesitating expression.
Mu Shini hurriedly shook her head, "No, no, that’s not what I mean!"
"Then why not sit down?" Bo Sishen asked coldly.
"If it’s cold, let’s go inside... shall we?" Mu Shini stood in front of him, looking down and speaking softly.
"I want to see the snow." Bo Sishen said firmly, "Don’t worry about breaking me."
See the snow? More like getting drenched by it.
Also, she never thought about sitting in his arms.
What is this man doing, wanting to get so intimate.
However, seeing Bo Sishen’s deep eyes narrowing, she quickly and cautiously sat down, but didn’t dare to fully sit down. After all, he’s disabled, what if she broke him?
"Sit properly." Bo Sishen saw she hadn’t fully sat down, wrapped his big hand around her waist, slightly pulling, making her sit completely on his thigh.
As she sat on his strong legs, Mu Shini exclaimed, blushing and turning to look at him, "Is it really okay?"
"Yeah, it’s fine." Bo Sishen spoke, enclosing her small body between his coat and himself, his chin resting on her shoulder, his voice rough and low, "Still cold?"
A chill rapidly spread from her back, enveloping her entire body.
She forced a smile and shook her head, saying, "Not cold."
She secretly added in her mind.
"Feeling bored with me?" Bo Sishen sensed her stiffness and asked deeply.
"No, just not used to it." Mu Shini said softly, his breath on her neck felt tingly, making her uncomfortable.
The snow fell harder, Mu Shini felt silly sitting in the wheelchair getting drenched in snow.
She couldn’t understand how this man had such a peculiar hobby.
"Honey, it’s really cold, can we go inside first..." Mu Shini felt the snow falling on her head, slightly turned back, looking into his eyes.
But at that moment, Mu Shini met his deep, dark eyes, and froze a bit. Seeing each other so closely, those eyes were so familiar.
Shining, gentle like water.
Mu Shini stared at Bo Sishen, "Honey, your eyes..."
Bo Sishen paused, quickly lowered his gaze, and said, "Let’s go inside."
When she looked at him just now, he understood too well what the confusion in her eyes meant.
"Oh, okay!" Mu Shini got up from his legs instantly upon hearing, adjusted her coat, headed behind the wheelchair, and pushed him inside.
At this moment, Mu Shini was also filled with doubt. Bo Sishen’s look just now, really was just like Dushu’s. Did she mistake it?
Or does she miss Dushu too much?