Ning Li looked at him.
Lu Huaiyu had always been a meticulous person. How could he be so careless as to drop something?
Sure enough...
She walked over and hugged his lean waist.
The warmth from his body was like the temperature of a freshly ironed shirt.
He wrapped one arm around her shoulder while he held her hand with the other.
It was clearly midsummer, but her hand was exceptionally cold.
He warmed it for a while before he smiled and said, "Let's go."
...
By the time the group had returned, it was already evening.
Ning Li thought of something.
"Mian, where are you sleeping tonight?"
Lin Fengmian was stunned.
"I'll just go home, Sister."
Ning Li frowned slightly.
His family's house had not been occupied for a few years, so it would be really inconvenient to go there now.
Moreover, it was not convenient for him to use his identity card to stay in a hotel now.
