C194 Calculation

A few snowflakes danced in the air.

While Lin Wenqing was drawing on the drawing board, Su Shiao was sitting on a stool beside him, drawing a design with her hands.

From time to time, she would breathe hot air into her palms.

"Shiao, I'm sorry. I've made you feel cold. Let me warm you up. " Lin Wenqing walked over with a caring expression and wanted to shake Su Shiao's hand.

"It's fine