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"Achoo!"

Mu Jingyan, walking in the school, sneezed cutely.

She rubbed her hands together somewhat blankly.

Even with windproof leather gloves on her hands, thick cotton socks on her feet, and a bulky down jacket on her feet, she still felt very cold.

The biting cold seemed to penetrate every crevice, seeping into every nook and cranny.

Even though I had wrapped myself up tightly, I was still shivering from the cold.

"Sister, are you alright?"

Mu Jinghuan asked with concern.

She stayed close to her sister, her little face flushed slightly from the wind.

My older sister has always been sensitive to cold and suffers a lot in winter.

Every cold season, her hands and feet get terribly cold, and no matter how much she tries to warm them up, they never get warm.

Unfortunately, winter came exceptionally early this year, about half a month earlier than last year.

It's only mid-November, but the temperature has already dropped below zero.

It wasn't snowing outside, but the biting wind was blowing in gusts, its destructive power no less than that of snow.

The wind felt like knives cutting my face, it was so painful.

"fine......"

Mu Jingyan sniffed.

Her voice was somewhat nasal, sounding muffled.

My head feels a bit throbbing and I don't feel very comfortable.

Is she about to get sick?

Mu Jingyan felt a little worried.

Why now of all times...?

The mock exam is the day after tomorrow.

The importance of the mock exam is self-evident, as it directly affects subsequent review plans and mindset adjustments.

Getting sick at such a critical moment can be fatal...

Let's observe for a day first.

If you really can't take it anymore, go to the hospital to get checked out.

Mu Jingyan thought to herself.

She wouldn't mind taking a regular exam, but she didn't want to give up on a mock exam because of this small problem.

Moreover, she didn't want to stay at home alone, as that would make her feel even worse.

It's better to stay at school, at least there are people around.

Seeing her sister's pale face, Mu Jinghuan felt even more worried.

She reached out and grasped her sister's arm, wanting to give her some warmth.

But Mu Jingyan's arms were not very warm either, and no heat could be transferred through them at all.

"Sister, do you want me to warm you up?"

"Need not."

Mu Jingyan shook her head.

"Hurry up, we'll be at the classroom soon."

The two sisters quickened their pace, passing through the trees on campus that were being tossed about by the wind.

Once in the classroom, the situation was much better.

The classroom was crowded, and with the air conditioning on, it was extremely hot.

As soon as you enter, a warm current rushes over you, instantly dispelling the chill.

Mu Jingyan let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if she had come back to life.

She walked to her seat and put down her schoolbag.

Then he sat down and took his textbook from the table.

I had only been sitting down for a short while when my nose started to itch.

She sniffed, feeling something about to come out.

Mu Jingyan wanted to take two napkins from the table to wipe her nose.

She rummaged around in the drawer of the table for a long time, but only found an empty plastic bag.

We've run out of tissues.

Mu Jingyan threw the empty bag back into the desk drawer and her gaze fell on Shen Ye's desk next to her.

There should still be tissues in Shen Ye's desk drawer.

He carries a new pack every day and rarely uses it all up.

Shen Ye hasn't arrived yet; it's not good to take things without permission.

But Mu Jingyan wouldn't care about that.

If it were an ordinary classmate, she might have been more polite.

Shen Ye doesn't need it at all.

Shen Ye's things are mine.

This is the understanding that Mu Jingyan came to after becoming familiar with Shen Ye.

Because Shen Ye also considered her things as his own.

Apart from personal items like water cups, the two share everything.

Mu Jingyan reached out without hesitation and pulled a tissue from Shen Ye's desk drawer.

I tore open the packaging, pulled out a sheet, and wiped my nose.

But the more you wipe your nose, the more snot you produce.

It seems like it can't be wiped clean no matter how much you try.

She used more and more tissues, eventually piling them up into a small mountain of tissue balls on her desk.

Mu Jingyan's nostrils were rubbed red and were already a little sore.

My skin felt hot and burning from the friction.

Left with no other choice, she rolled up two pieces of paper and stuffed them into her nostrils.

Switch to breathing through your mouth.

It looked rather comical, with white paper rolls stuffed into its nostrils, like two clowns.

But Mu Jingyan couldn't care less about any of that.

Anything will do as long as it stops my nose from running.

When Shen Ye arrived, there were only ten minutes left before morning self-study.

He strode into the classroom, wearing a thick winter school uniform coat and a scarf around his neck.

As soon as he entered the classroom, he felt that warmth.

Then he went straight to his seat.

As soon as he sat down, he noticed his empty napkin bag.

And the mountain of paper on Mu Jingyan's desk.

"Holy crap, what did you do wrong?"

He asked in surprise, his gaze falling on the pile of crumpled paper.

"Using so much paper?"

Mu Jingyan did not answer the question.

She reached out and piled all the crumpled papers onto a book.

Then he picked up the book and handed it to Shen Ye.

"Pour it out for me."

The girl's voice had changed; it had gone from ethereal and melodious to dull and muffled.

"..."

Shen Ye took the book with the crumpled paper in it with a hint of disgust, walked to the trash can at the back of the classroom, emptied the book, and the crumpled paper fell into it with a clatter.

Then he went back to his seat and returned the book to Mu Jingyan.

After sitting down, he looked at Mu Jingyan with some concern.

"Are you sick?"

As he spoke, he stretched out a hand and placed his palm on Mu Jingyan's cold hand.

Because she had to write an exam, Mu Jingyan had already taken off her bulky gloves.

At that moment, Shen Ye's palm came into direct contact with the cold back of her hand.

Skin to skin touch, heat transfer.

Mu Jingyan's hand holding the pen trembled.

It's so warm...

The heat started spreading from the back of my hand and traveled upwards along my arm.

It was like the winter sun shining into a cold corner.

She looked down at Shen Ye's large hand covering hers.

The hand was broad and strong, and the palm was burning hot, like a burning furnace.

Surprisingly, she did not flinch.

Normally, I would instinctively shrink back if someone bumped into me.

But at this moment, she just wanted to feel that warmth a little longer.

Shen Ye was like a heater, constantly providing her with body heat.

My body, which had been cold, felt much more comfortable.

As my stiff fingers gradually relaxed, my overall condition improved.

Shen Ye, however, had a completely different feeling.

Mu Jingyan's hands were as cold as ice, without any sense of life.

The coolness traveled through his palm, making him shiver.

He frowned, applying a little more pressure to his hand, trying to transfer more of that warmth.

"You're not really sick, are you? I suggest you go see a doctor," he said with some concern.

It's always been like this; this guy gets all sorts of health problems every winter.

"Um......"

Mu Jingyan nodded.

Ha, it seems this guy is quite sensible and won't act recklessly.

Seeing that she agreed, Shen Ye planned to withdraw his hand.

His hand just moved slightly.

Mu Jingyan suddenly grabbed his arm and pressed his hand back down.

"Don't move, keep it covered for a while longer."

Shen Ye was stunned.

He looked at Mu Jingyan and noticed that her cheeks were a little red.

This guy is definitely sick!