Overnight, the next morning, Qiao Yin got out of bed and discovered that it had snowed outside.
The outside world was a vast expanse of whiteness, presenting a beautiful scene of icy landscapes.
Qiao Yin threw off the covers and carelessly donned one of Lu Lingche's shirts before running to the balcony.
She opened the window and caught a few snowflakes in her hand. They quickly melted in the palm of her hand. She smiled and caught a few more.
Suddenly, a blanket was draped over her, and then she was held from behind.
"Daring to open the window in just a shirt, aren't you cold?"
Qiao Yin smeared the snowflakes she had caught onto Lu Lingche's face, "Not cold at all, try it and see."
Lu Lingche shivered from the cold and kissed her face, "Hmm, not cold, very warm."
Just as Qiao Yin was about to grab a handful of snow from the windowsill and shove it down Lu Lingche's neck, he caught her hand first.