Chapter 95: Let Me Put It On You

After Lu Yuanchong was escorted away, Zhou Bei withdrew his sympathetic gaze and quickly stepped up to Lu Yuanchong’s masterpiece—the snowman—promptly knocking it down.
“Miss Lin, everything’s fine now.”
Hearing this, Lin Nanxun finally took two steps forward, crouched down, and looked at the scattered snow on the ground, a hint of regret on her delicate face.
She’d been so close to finishing her snowman.
Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but sigh softly.
...
Watching her crouched before the pile of shattered snow, lost in regret, Shen Hanzhi’s gaze darkened.
The girl’s winter wish had been so easily destroyed... He felt an uncomfortable pang in his chest.
He turned his eyes, sweeping over the snow-laden courtyard, his handsome features shifting ever so slightly.
The next moment, his thin lips moved as he suddenly spoke to her.
“Would you like to build a big one?”
His deep voice fell, and Lin Nanxun, crouched before the snow pile, paused in surprise.
She immediately turned to look at him, curiosity sparkling in her beautiful eyes.
“A big one?”
Seeing her interest at last, Shen Hanzhi’s lips curled faintly. He glanced at her petite figure and continued,
“Yes, bigger than you.”
A snowman bigger than herself... Hearing this, delight bloomed on Lin Nanxun’s face and she couldn’t help but ask,
“Do you know how to build one, you rascal?”
She’d only ever seen such enormous snowmen on TV news; they seemed especially difficult to make.
Just building the small one earlier had left her exhausted.
“No,” Shen Hanzhi replied truthfully, with a furrowed brow.
No one had ever accompanied him to build snowmen when he was young.
Hearing his answer, Lin Nanxun paused, but then his calm, steady voice continued,
“But I’m clever.”
At his words, Lin Nanxun believed him without hesitation, nodding happily.
“I want to build one.”
She wanted to build a snowman with the rascal...
Seeing her nod, Shen Hanzhi turned to Zhou Bei beside him. Zhou Bei instantly understood and hurriedly said,
“Boss, I’ll go get the tools right away!” With that, he dashed off.
...
Soon, the villa’s servants and bodyguards arrived at the snowy lawn, carrying shovels and buckets, and began the first step in building a snowman: gathering snow.
The lakeside villa, usually quiet, suddenly became lively. Lin Nanxun was a little surprised; she realized then just how many people there were here.
Everyone busied themselves collecting snow, and Lin Nanxun didn’t idle either. She filled a bucket to the brim with snow and struggled to bring it to Shen Hanzhi.
Shen Hanzhi was bent over, fixing a mold with Zhou Bei—a temporary template.
The snowman was so large, they needed to pour the snow into the mold first to fix its shape, then sculpt the outline.
Lin Nanxun put down her bucket of snow, her gaze lingering on Shen Hanzhi’s hands, which were exposed and directly touching the snow.
His long, slender fingers seemed to have reddened from the cold.
Noticing this, her expression changed, and she quickly walked to his side.
“Rascal...”
Her soft voice sounded beside him, prompting Shen Hanzhi to pause his work and turn to her.
“Let me help you put these on.” She handed him the warm gloves she’d been wearing, looking at his hands with concern.
Shen Hanzhi turned, gazing down at the white furry gloves cupped in her hands, his body tensing ever so slightly.
His handsome face changed as well.