C253 Don't Touch Me

Yi Xiaoqiao returned to the Spring Flower Hall in a daze.

Mu Yi An was already sitting in his seat waiting for her. Seeing her come over, Mu Yi An took the initiative to extend his hand and hold hers.

The warm touch surrounded Yi Xiaoqiao's palm, and his heart, which had been frozen into ice, eased a little.

"What's wrong with Madam? Her hands are so cold?" Mu Yi An asked with a smile