Shao Shuyang held her hand, and noticed that her hand was getting colder in his palm.
His eyebrows knitted slightly, "Nuannuan, why are your hands getting colder? Are you feeling cold?"
Ouyang Nuannuan was startled for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, it's autumn now, and it feels chilly at night. Let's go home."
Hearing her say this, Shao Shuyang helped her stand up, "Okay, let's go home."
He didn't feel cold; it wasn't cold yet in Ning City in October.
But feeling her cold hand, he thought the physical constitutions of men and women are indeed different.
When they got back to the Ouyang Family's house, it was around nine at night. Initially, Shao Shuyang didn't plan to bring her back so early.
As they were about to get out of the car, Ouyang Nuannuan's hand was held by Shao Shuyang, and she seemed puzzled, "What's up?"
Shao Shuyang couldn't expect her to kiss him on her own, so he had to take the initiative.
He gave her a firm kiss, "Okay, go back in. Good night."
