The river wind was biting, driving cold air down their collars.
Yuan Su shielded her from the wind. As he looked at the tip of her nose, reddened by the cold, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice came out low and husky:
"Want to come back to my place?"
Pu Yu blinked, her lashes fluttering slightly in the wind.
She didn't answer right away. Instead, she deliberately pressed her lips together, as though she were making an extremely difficult decision.
One second.
Two seconds.
She still didn't answer.
Yuan Su didn't rush her. He simply stood in the wind and waited.
The palm holding her hand was hot, a stark contrast to her icy fingertips. His thumb unconsciously brushed the back of her hand, very lightly, like an absentminded attempt to soothe her-or a sign of nerves.
Suddenly, Pu Yu rose onto her toes and buried her face in the collar of his coat.
Like a little bird returning to its nest.
"Let's go."
Pu Yu nestled her face against his chest, her voice impossibly soft and unmistakably coaxing. "It's so, so cold out here. Hurry and take me away."
The taut line of Yuan Su's jaw instantly relaxed, and he couldn't hold back a quiet laugh.
"Okay."
He interlaced his fingers with hers and tucked their hands into his pocket. "I'll take you away."
The hotel was close to the river, barely a ten-minute walk away.
It was probably the star-rated hotel with the best views near the shopping district.
Beyond the revolving doors lay marble floors, with dazzling crystal chandeliers overhead and the scent of luxurious fragrance in the air. It was a world apart from that cramped, shabby rental in Rinzhou.
The moment Pu Yu entered the lobby, she faltered and looked at Yuan Su in