Old Mrs. Qin hadn't heard a peep for quite a while, so she flashed her torch through the window and peered into the inner room.
Her own grandson was still carrying his beautiful wife on his back.
The daughter-in-law seemed to be awake, fidgeting and eventually getting up to shield her eyes and face outwards; Old Mrs. Qin quickly turned off the flashlight and hid to one side.
Li Qiao thought there was a thief, "Jin, there seems to be a light outside, could it be a burglar?"
"Which burglar dares to rob my house? Are you going to sleep or not? You keep moving, making my back chilly," Qin Jin muttered irritably.
Li Qiao, upon reflection, lay back down and cooed, "Jin, I suddenly can't seem to fall asleep, what should I do? How about we play a game?"
"What game in the middle of the night in bed? Game my foot! Hurry up and sleep."
Li Qiao: "...." She shamelessly hugged him from behind, "Aiyah, it's a bit cold, how about you hug me to sleep?"
