Will the Aloof Billi Chapter 902: Aren’t You Cold?

Chapter 902: Chapter 902: Aren’t You Cold?

Many things can be forced, but emotions cannot be.

"Oh, that’s good, that’s good..."

After a while, the hotpot base was brought over.

They ordered a spicy hotpot, with plenty of chili, Sichuan peppercorns, and ginger slices in the broth.

The rich aroma intensified as the temperature rose.

Sitting in the warm hotpot restaurant, enjoying the hotpot while admiring the snowy scenery outside, Scarlett Yates temporarily forgot all her worries, and all she felt was happiness.

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After a hearty al, Scarlett Yates seed to regain her energy, her rosy cheeks looking lively and spirited.

Exiting the hotpot restaurant, the ground was already covered with a thin layer of snow.

Snowflakes as big as goose feathers continued to fall, getting heavier and heavier.

The boss of the hotpot restaurant gave them an umbrella, and Henry Dales opened it, just holding it above Scarlett Yates’ head when she jumped out from under it.

She looked at Henry Dales with a playful smile, "Senior Brother Dales, this heavy snow, it’s the first ti I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I want to really experience it. You hold the umbrella yourself, don’t worry about ."

After finishing her words, she spread her hands to catch the snowflakes.

A large snowflake landed on her hand and, under the extrely low temperature, lted very slowly.

Scarlett Yates could clearly see the shape of the snowflake.

She beca excited again, "It’s so beautiful."

Her hair, clothes, scarf, and shoes were all covered in snow, large and large amounts of it.

Yet she didn’t feel cold at all.

In her excitent, she only found it fun and novel, her hands were freezing like red carrots, yet she still went to scoop up the snow on the ground.

"Scarlett, aren’t you cold?" Henry Dales saw she didn’t want the umbrella, and he also put it down, accompanying her for a walk in the snowy weather.

Soon enough, he also started to resemble half a snowman, with snow all over his hair and clothes.

He was wearing a long black cashre coat and a plaid scarf, making him look even taller and more handso.

Scarlett Yates wore a white down jacket, with fur around the collar and cuffs, her petite figure bundled in the oversized down jacket, looking like she was wrapped in cotton candy.

From the back view, one wore black, the other white, forming a very striking contrast.

When others occasionally passed by them, they couldn’t help but take two looks.

First at Henry Dales, then at Scarlett Yates, and their eyes would reveal a look of envy.

Anyone who was the opposite gender would secretly envy Scarlett Yates for having such a handso boyfriend.

"Scarlett, wait a mont."

After playing in the snow, Scarlett Yates’ fair little hands were frozen red, Henry Dales walked up to her in a few steps, took off his gloves, and said in a tone that didn’t allow rejection, "Put them on, or your hands will get frostbitten."

"Senior Brother Dales, I’m not cold, really." Scarlett Yates giggled, rubbing her hands, her nose also red from the cold, yet her face was filled with a happy smile, "You’ve given

your gloves, what will you wear?"

"Put them on!" This ti, Henry Dales didn’t just talk; he directly grabbed her hand and put his leather gloves on her.

"You say you’re not cold, but your hands are as cold as ice pops." Frowning deeply, he grabbed her other hand and, without further ado, put the second glove on her as well.

The gloves had a thick layer of cashre, and since they were taken directly from his hands, the mont she put them on, Scarlett Yates felt a warmth envelop her frozen hands.