C39 They Swaggered into the Forest.

Xia Qingfeng felt his hand being held by a cold little hand. It was Yang Jing's hand. Not only was it cold, it was also trembling slightly.

Xia Qingfeng used his own hand to hold back Yang Jing's hand. He reached out with his other hand and wrapped it around Yang Jing's waist. He then gently hugged her. Yang Jing, on the other hand, was no longer as rough as before. She was like a little kitten