Her body was somewhat weak, especially since returning from Immortal Valley. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, her hands and feet were ice cold, while the man was strong and robust, practically a furnace to embrace in winter.
Mi Yao did not hesitate to snuggle up to him and then slid her delicate legs between his to warm them.
Feng Yueming reached out to tuck the blanket around her, leaving only her glossy little head exposed. His gaze returned to the documents, his eyes intently focused.
Having already slept a bit, Mi Yao didn't feel very tired, so she took out her phone to browse through it, checking the latest news.
Her gaze was quickly drawn to a national news item. Feng Zhengyu stood beside Huangfu Jianxu, receiving the people's homage.
