Beside Yi Yun, Zhou Xiaoke was not nervous. Yi Yun’s hands were smooth but strong. Zhou Xiaoke felt a sense of security, as if the cold and hunger was nothing with Yi Yun around.
“Xiaoke, this is for you.” Yi Yun took out a bag. It was a cloth bag that emitted hot steam.
Xiaoke was stunned and sluggishly took the cloth bag. She did not open it, but she could smell the fragrance of food from within.
“This…” Zhou Xiaoke was stunned.