I pulled half the blanket on my legs and covered it with his legs, put the stove in his arms, and then he turned around and looked at me: "Hmm?"

"It's cold, your face is red."

He hurriedly put the curtain down, picked up the stove and stuffed it back into my arms: "I don't want this."

But I refused to answer, so I reached out to touch the back of his hand and said, "No, please look at your hand, it's as frozen as ice."

"But you-"

"It's better for me to do this."

As I said, I leaned against him wrapped in a blanket, and then said, "Hurry it up, warm it up yourself, I'll feel more comfortable."

He looked down at me, and finally said nothing, just sighed lightly.

Seeing that he no longer refused, he just placed the stove between me and his legs, and both of them could feel a little warmth, I sighed comfortably, and after a while, I asked again: "Why are you always looking back in the past two days? What are you looking at?"

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Chapter completed!