little master

Chapter 28

33.

He opened the door to put the things in the car. When I passed by me, I turned sideways, afraid of being seen as unusual. He misunderstood my meaning and took the things over without noticing the movement of my legs. , also put it in the back seat, then threw the key into my hand, and sat in the co-pilot by myself.

I stood on the spot and calmed down silently, my body was stiff and my nerves were tense, and I felt that if he stayed longer, I would be able to fly up from the spot.

I really don't know whether to cry or laugh.

It took a while to return to normal, the young master was anxiously waiting in the car, lowered the window, knocked on the door, and asked me: "What's the matter with you?"

I don't."

He: "Then why are you still standing there? Isn't it cold?"

I nodded hurriedly: "Leng Leng Leng, here we come."

After I finished speaking, I quickly shrank my neck and went to the other side to get into the car. I rubbed my hands while starting the car, and followed his words and said with emotion: "It's really a bit cold."

Turned on the heater.

"It deserves it." He glanced at me with condemnation in his eyes, then pulled out a pair of gloves from the front of the seat and threw them over, "If you have cold hands, wear these."

Still a pair of leather plus velvet.

The kind that can cover sweat in less than 1 minute after wearing it.

The car was getting warmer by now, and I said with a sneer, "Actually, it's not that cold. Besides, the heater is already turned on..."

He disagreed and said: "Your hands are red, put them on quickly."

"..."

I looked down at my hand, which was obviously red from being forcibly rubbed by myself, estimated the temperature that the car would reach after turning on the heater, then looked at the young master's face, and put it on as if death was at home.

You have to carry your own pot even if you die from heat.

And no matter how you say it, this is also the young master's concern, even though it is overheated, it is still given by him.

I comfort myself like this.

Besides, as long as it is given by him, even if it is a stove, I have to jump into it.

He is cute and he is good for everything.

So I drove home with a pair of thick leather gloves holding the steering wheel in the car where the temperature was as high as 25 degrees.

It was still snowing halfway through the car, and the pedestrians on the road were covered tightly and hurried past. I was worried that the road would be slippery, so I didn't dare to drive too fast, so I walked forward slowly.

In order to distract myself and keep myself from noticing how hot my hands are, I looked out the window and said without words: "It seems really cold outside. Look at them, they are covering each one so tightly."

"Yeah," the young master took a look, then turned around and asked me, "Are you still cold?"

I was taken aback: "It's not cold anymore."

After reacting, I raised my hand and said, "Thank you for the gloves, young master."

The young master raised his chin and asked, "Is it warm?"

I hid my almost "steamed" hand, kept smiling and said, "It's very warm."

After arriving home, the young master got off the car very satisfied. I quietly shook my hand behind him, and calmly grabbed a handful of snow in front of the car to cool down. It turned into a small puddle of water and flowed down from between the fingers.

This warm love is really not something ordinary people can afford.

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