Chapter 1,222 His Warmth

? Bai Yaoyao looked at her hand being held by his big hand. In the cold weather with flying snowflakes, the warmth from his body spread to her hand bit by bit, and also to her heart.

No one has ever warmed her hands on a snowy day.

There has never been anyone who made her feel so safe.

She wanted to rely on him, but she didn't dare.

She was always easily impressed by him most of the time, and the more she got to know him every day, the more she admired him.

He knows a lot, and he doesn't know anything about astronomy, geography, combat command, military art, military camp training, etc.

If she had a dream of being a soldier when she was a girl, then he also had her dream entrusted to him, with admiration and admiration as well as a lot of warmth and touch.

She couldn't tell how she felt about Duan Yanhao.

As she was busy and by his company, she had gradually forgotten the sadness of the past, and she felt as if she had been reborn.

But, does she still dare to expect love?

She used to be brave when she was young, but now that she has grown up and her heart is bruised, she is timid.

After entering the room, Duan Yanhao let go of Bai Yaoyao and said, "Sit on the sofa and I'll get you some ointment."

Bai Yaoyao stared blankly at the hand that was let go. The warmth she had just felt suddenly disappeared, leaving her reluctant to leave but also feeling dazed for a moment.

When Duan Yanhao came over with the ointment, Bai Yaoyao was still standing there.

"Didn't I ask you to sit down? Why are you still standing?"

"Isn't this waiting for you?" As time went by, Bai Yaoyao also liked to joke with him, because she knew that Duan Yanhao looked cold and serious, with a cold aura of a soldier, but he was actually very easy to get along with and had a special temper. good.

No matter how much trouble she makes or what she says, he will never get angry at her. Of course, if she makes a big fuss, he will also say a few words to her with a cold face.

But she just treated him as a paper tiger.

"You can still laugh. If you don't take good care of your hands, they will freeze to death and you won't be able to do anything." As he said that, Duan Yanhao applied the ointment to Bai Yaoyao's hands.

Bai Yaoyao tilted her head and looked at it, feeling that such a grown man could be so careful and gentle sometimes.

Seeing him carefully applying ointment to herself and instructing herself carefully, waves of warmth surged into her heart.

She looked at his handsome profile and found it more and more pleasing to the eye. She thought about it and couldn't help but said: "Isn't this because of you? My hand will definitely not be broken."

After saying what he said casually, Bai Yaoyao was stunned for a moment. Duan Yanhao wiped Bai Yaoyao's hands for a moment, then continued the movement of his hands without saying anything.

After wiping, Bai Yaoyao raised her hands and looked at the sun, squinting.

She was in a trance. Are these her own hands in winter? I remember that in the past, my hands would always be stiff from the cold, rotten and swollen, and they would look like dough.

No one cared about her at that time, her hands were sore and itchy, and she couldn't do anything, but she would still knit sweaters for Xi Ziya with her heart in mind.

Now that I think about it, I was so stupid. Every winter, my hands would freeze to pieces and nothing would get better.

But this winter, because of him, her hands are still fine. She doesn’t know where he got the ointment. It’s really useful.

"Duan Yanhao, thank you."

"no need thank me?"

"Without you, my hands would have suffered again this winter."

Duan Yanhao held down Bai Yaoyao's arm and said, "Don't move around, don't rub the ointment everywhere. You used to have cold hands for years because you didn't take yourself seriously at all."