"I was wrong, I was wrong, wife, I won't dare to do it again next time."
Jiang Changhai, tormented by the pinch, grimaced and begged for mercy until Su Wanyu finally let go of his hand, "Hurry up and warm up in the bed."
Then she turned to her daughter, "You go sit on the bed too."
"Hmm." Jiang Mianmian, having just run back with her father, had swallowed a belly full of wind, and her hands and feet were all numb from the cold.
Seeing there was still so much room on the bed, she also climbed up, grabbing a blanket to cover her legs, "Ah, indeed, under the covers is truly the place for me!"
"Cold, cold..." The boy lying next to her shivered slightly, constantly mumbling about the cold, looking quite pitiable.
Jiang Mianmian, acting on her naturally kind disposition, scooted closer, pulling up the blanket over his shoulders.
She hadn't had a chance to look closely earlier due to the emergency, but now upon closer inspection, she realized the boy was exceptionally handsome.