Chapter 1222 His Warmth

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

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

No one had ever made her feel so safe.

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

Many times she was always easily moved by him. The more she got to know him every day, the more she admired him.

He knew a lot, and there was nothing he didn't know about astronomy and geography, combat command, military tactics, military camp training, etc.

If she had a dream of being a soldier in her girlhood, then he also had her dream, admiration, and a lot of warmth and touching.

She couldn't tell what kind of mood she had for Duan Yanhao.

In her busy life, with his company, she had gradually forgotten the sadness of the past, and she felt like she was reborn.

But, love, did she still dare to look forward to it?

She was brave when she was young and youthful before, but now that she has grown up and her heart is bruised and battered, she is timid.

After entering the house, Duan Yanhao let Bai Yaoyao go and said, "You sit on the sofa, I'll get you some ointment."

Bai Yaoyao stared blankly at her released hand, the warmth just now suddenly disappeared, making her reluctant to leave and at the same time in a trance for a moment.

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

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

"Aren't I waiting for you?" Over time, Bai Yaoyao also liked to joke with him, because she knew that Duan Yanhao looked cold and serious, with a cold military aura, but in fact he was easy to get along with and had a particularly good temper.

No matter how she made a fuss or said anything, he would not get angry with her. Of course, if she made a fuss, he would 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 hand, it will be frozen and rotten in the future, and you won't be able to do anything." As he said, Duan Yanhao applied the ointment to Bai Yaoyao's hand.

Bai Yaoyao tilted her head and looked at him, and felt that a big man like him could be so careful and gentle.

Watching him carefully apply the ointment to her and carefully instruct her, she felt a warm current in her heart.

She looked at his handsome profile and found it more and more pleasing to the eye. Thinking about it, she couldn't help but say: "Don't you have me? My hands will definitely not rot."

Bai Yaoyao was stunned after she said what she said. Duan Yanhao paused while wiping Bai Yaoyao's hands, and then continued the action without saying anything.

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

She was a little dazed. Are these her own hands in winter? I still remember that my hands were always frozen stiff, rotten and swollen, like a steamed bun.

No one felt sorry for her at that time. Her hands were painful and itchy, and she couldn't do anything, but she would still think about knitting a sweater for Xirong Ziye.

Now I think about how stupid I was at that time. Every winter, my hands would be frozen and rotten, and they would never get better.

But this winter, because of him, her hands are still fine. I don’t know where he got the ointment from, but it’s really useful.

“Duan Yanhao, thank you.”

“Thank me for what?”

“If it weren’t for you, my hands would suffer again this winter.”

Duan Yanhao held Bai Yaoyao’s arm and said, “Don’t move around, don’t rub the ointment everywhere. You used to have frozen hands for years, but you didn’t take yourself seriously at all.”