"Are you saving me because you want to use the Su family's old case to deal with political opponents?" Su Hemian leaned on the couch, holding the corners of the quilt tightly with his pale fingers.
Shen Yanxiu was silent for a long time, then suddenly leaned over, touched the side of his neck with his fingertips, and whispered: "If I wanted to use you, I should have locked you up with me a long time ago."
When the cold poison broke out, Su Hemian was shivering from the cold, and Shen Yanxiu held him in his arms, sharing their body heat.
"Shen Yanxiu... Why are you colder than me?"
"So you have to live longer and warm me up."
Intention: persist
