The Domineering Boss is Addicted to the Convict novel Chapter 5

"Because..." She swallowed what was left of the steamed bun she was holding as she waited for him to finish his sentence.

The taste of these steamed buns was subpar. In the past, she probably would not have liked them, but now, the taste was secondary. The most important thing for her was to fill her stomach.

"We are the same kind of people. We've both been abandoned by others and can only look for a living on the bottom-most rung of society. No one will want people like us, and no one will care about us, but at least we can keep each other warm. I can care about you, and you can also care about me, right?"

Her smile at him contained a bit of hope, desire, and also some uncertainty.

"Is that so? It seems that we really are the same kind of people..." he muttered. His gaze was like that of a hunter watching a small animal fall into his trap as he heard her say that. Perhaps the days were really becoming too boring for him. He could easily get whatever he wanted with a wave of his hands, but now this game was becoming somewhat interesting to him.

"Sister." He gently spat out the word as she had hoped.

In the blink of an eye, her smile turned as bright as the starry sky.

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After dinner, Ling Yiran took Yi Jinli with her and left for the night market to buy some clothes.

Although the prices for used clothing were cheap, it still cost her 500 yuan in total.

Ling Yiran had Yi Jinli directly put on the cotton-padded jacket. "Is it warmer now?"

"Yes." Yi Jinli answered indifferently. He lowered his eyes and looked at her. She was almost a head shorter than him. "Actually, you don't need to buy these clothes for me. I am used to the cold. I'd be fine even if I were to only wear my previous clothes."

"It doesn't mean that you should be cold just because you're used to it," she said. "I don't have much money and I can't buy a lot of clothes for you, but I can at least let you wear some warmer clothes."

"Why are you so nice to me?" he asked in a low voice.

"Because I am your sister." She smiled and accidentally touched his hands. She found that his hands were freezing, so she held his hands with her own, lowered her head, and blew on his hands before starting to rub them back and forth.

"Your hands are too cold. Rubbing them like this should make them a little warmer," she said.

His hands turned stiff for a moment, and his amorous eyes hidden behind his bangs narrowed. Never had a woman rubbed his hands like this before just to warm them.

He had never liked physical contact with other people, but it seemed that he did not reject her touch as much. Perhaps he was fine with her touch because, right now, she was an important part of this game for him.

Seeing that he had no reaction, she suddenly seemed to think of something and glanced at her hands, which were full of calluses. "Did I hurt you? My hands are quite rough..."

As she spoke, she quickly let go of his hands.

He frowned slightly as he felt that the warmth in his hands dissipated. "I don't think your hands are rough at all, but your hands actually felt quite cold as well. Sister, why don't you rub your hands on mine for a while longer?"

As he spoke, he offered his hands to her again.

She was slightly stunned, but then she held his hands in hers again. Compared with his big hands, hers were much smaller.