Even in summer, the night is still breezy and cold. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she felt a gust of cold wind and shrank into his arms.
"Are you cold?"
"Hm."
Anjue placed her on the sofa in the lobby, "I'll get the car and pick you up. It'll be warm if you don't go outside."
"Okay."
She nodded obediently.
Anjue kissed her forehead, wrapped her in a blanket, and reluctantly left.
"...Little Fish?"
Ye Xiaoyu was already petite, and curled up on the sofa, she merged into it, making it hard to notice her without looking carefully.
This voice...
Even covered with a tone of surprise and tremor, she could immediately recognize it.
"Chen Ming?"
"Little Fish, it's really you, you're alive!"
