C76 Did Not Let Go of Her Hand

Fang Wu tightened her grip, wanting to give him some of her temperature. "It's so cold." "Let's go in and have something to eat. Aren't you hungry?" she suggested.

"Yes." He nodded, but didn't let go of her hand.

He didn't want to think deeply about whether he was relying solely on the warmth she gave him or something else.

She stood up and closed the door behind her