Yan Ze and Qin Yiling were both action-oriented people. That night, they sent Little Monkey and his friends to sneak into the research institute.
At this moment, on a big tree near the research institute.
"Are you cold?"
Yan Ze held his wife's small hands with both hands and blew hot air into his mouth.
It was already the end of September, and the cold at night was getting colder by the day. At this moment, the two of them were hiding near the research lab, waiting for Little Monkey's return.
Qin Yiling shook her head with a smile. " I'm not cold. Besides, your hands are warm, just like a small heater. "”
Yan Ze didn't let go and continued to warm her hands. " I told you to wait at the residence, but you insisted on coming. The cold wind is blowing in the suburbs, don't catch a cold. "”
"I'm bored staying in the house alone, so I feel at ease coming over to take a look.”