Reborn as His Intellectually Disabled Wife

Shi Mei hushed with a secretive air, "Senior Sister won’t let me say."

"Why?"

"She said to help others without leaving a name," Shi Mei pouted, trying to take off her suit jacket, but then Shi Lingyan held it down, "It’s hot."

"How can you be hot in such cold weather?" Shi Lingyan looked at her, his gaze deep and profound, "And you’re sweating too."

As he spoke, his fingers brushed the tips of her hair, and a thin layer of sweat was unmistakably present on his fingertips, "What are you doing here?"

Hearing this, Shi Mei looked down, somewhat hesitantly, and said, "I, I..."

"You rarely sweat," Shi Lingyan moved in a bit closer, his fingers drawing lightly across her back, his fingertips glistening, "Have you been here the whole time?"

It was rare for Shi Lingyan to speak to her in such a gentle, serious tone.