"Mr. Luo, let me interview you. How did you fall in love with me in the first place?" Shu Qingyan lay on Luo Jin's lap and looked at him with a sweet smile. Luo Jinhuai put down the book in her hand and looked at the person who had been with him for twelve years. His love for her would only become stronger with the years. He looked at her face as if he was back to that day, when those cold little hands soothed his most restless heart. Luo Jinhuai tidied her long and messy hair around her temples, and then she said softly with her still cold little hands: "It's because of your temperature. Because your temperature makes the hell magma have human body temperature. It's these cold little paws that saved half of my life." "No wonder Mr. Luo, you always love to hold on to these little paws! You kiss them so many times every day." After saying that, Luo Jinhuai gently held these cold little hands and put them to his mouth, and gave them an affectionate and pious kiss. Shu Qingyan whispered in his ear while she lowered her head: "Mr. Luo, do you know? In fact, we redeem each other. The moment I held your hand, the warmth you brought to me is destined to warm my life, just like it does now."
Intention: Your warmth is the salvation I have been waiting for all my life.