His body constantly emitted a chill that filled the air in the tent, lowering the temperature. Slowly but surely, the heater gradually dispelled the coldness.

However, my hands weren’t enough. The warmth in my palm was very quickly absorbed by the chilliness of his skin, turning my hands cold again. It was as if I was trying to melt an ice cube with my hands. The warmth in my hands wouldn’t last.

I saw the heating plate by the side and wanted to take it down before I realized that it was connected to the tent. Taking it down would create a huge opening and allow the cold outside to invade.

My face reddened from anxiety even as my hands turned even colder. Suddenly, I realized that my face at least felt warm. I immediately leaned down and pressed...