"Because it’s too cold."
Miss Zhao’s peach blossom eyes still showed her face and walked lightly to the bed and sat down, then her hands were covered.
"Sister and you said the session will go back to the room to go to bed and won’t disturb your practice? I’ll go back if you don’t mind. "
"There is no such thing," Zhao said with a smile. "Sister can sleep in my room tonight."
"Nonsense"
Zhao Shangxin gave him a white look.
"Don’t you know that seven years is different?"
"I can give my sister warmth"
As he spoke, he moved his body and handed over the heat shoulder by shoulder. After becoming a teacher, he found that the biggest advantage was that he could help his sister keep warm.
"Well …"
Miss Zhao couldn’t help but get close to him after feeling the warmth.
"Sister, are your feet still cold?"
Zhao mistakenly noticed that after sitting cross-legged, a pair of pure white foot bags rubbed against each other to keep warm.
"It’s a little warm."
Zhao Shangxin blushed a little after noticing his sight. After all, the social environment of the Dayu Dynasty was that the women’s football department could only be contacted by a husband, and nothing else could be done.
"I’ll do it"
He held out his hand at random.
"hey!"
The big girl in the boudoir is consciously hiding.
"Isn’t it cold?"
Zhao Xiaogong gave her a strange look.
"Do you touch the female feet casually?"
Zhao Shangxin snorted lightly, but he turned his back with a red face and reached a pair of petite tender feet into his legs.
"But my sister won’t guard against you."
"Sister, you have worked hard all the way. Let me rub your feet."
Zhao Cuo unceremoniously took off her pure white foot clothes, and her white and tender feet suddenly appeared in her eyes, shaking hands like a cold jade.
"Where can I let you serve?"
Miss Zhao’s face gradually became hot and her feet warmed up, which made her whole body warm. She didn’t know whether it was her brother’s credit or her shameless …
"Is it wrong to leave you every winter after your sister?"
She wrote a sentence in her novel
"Well …"
Grandpa Zhao Xiaogong looked down at his sister with his head whisked away, and his eyes became hesitant for a moment, but soon turned decisively.
"Sister is such an adult that it is not appropriate for me to spoil you, so I should never help you warm your feet tonight."
"Did I hurt you for nothing?"
"Thank you, Sister"
Chapter one hundred and six Stage