Yan Huan's eyes snapped open when the car pulled up before the residential area.
She broke into a narrow-eyed smile. It's good to be back home.
"Put on your clothes, we are home."
Lu Yi put on his clothes and took the luggage out of the car. He held the door open for Yan Huan, who had already put on her coat. She looked like a clumsy bear in her winter clothing.
She sighed.
"What's wrong?" asked Lu Yi, walking over. He was a head taller than her and well-built. Beside him, Yan Huan looked frailer and weaker than ever.
Yan Huan lifted her eyes and stood on her toes, closing the distance between them.
"Have you ever heard of this phrase?"
"Hmm?" smiled Lu Yi, gently tapping his forehead against hers. "What phrase?"
She extended her arms.
"In your hold, I'll never be cold."
