Zhang Ye was alarmed, "Don't, don't. That won't do!"
Wu Zeqing smiled at him gently, "What won't do?"
Zhang Ye hurriedly nudged her warm hands away. "It's not appropriate. How can I trouble you? Don’t worry about me. I'll warm myself up in a while."
"Enough. it's no big deal." She smiled gracefully and moved Zhang Ye's hands away and then held onto Zhang Ye's bare and cold feet. "Big Sis is probably more than ten years older than you? My nephew is about your age, so you don't have to feel embarrassed. You worked for Big Sis all day, and even gave me a birthday present, moving things around, and snapped pictures. If you were to catch a cold, I would feel burdened, so don't move."
"Really, aiyah, my feet are dirty..."
"Didn't you just bathe? Hur Hur, it's fine. When my nephew was young, he always stuck close to me. Whenever it came to winter, he would insist I rub his feet."
Her hands were very warm.
A surge of warmth immediately spread through Zhang Ye's foot.
She asked, "How is it? Is it better?"
Zhang Ye said in distress, "It's much warmer. Let me do it myself. You don't have to carry on."
She ignored him and changed the position where she held Zhang Ye's foot. His sole, toes, heels were all warmed up before she said gently, "Put your hands out."
"Ah?"
"I'll rub your hands too."
"There's really no need Sis Wu!"
"Hurry up. Typical colds are because coldness enters through the limbs. If you don't warm them up, you will definitely catch a cold in the morning when you wake up. It's difficult to treat a cold during winter.