"Don't touch the snow with your hands, it's very cold." Chu Qichen bent down and took her hand.
An Wen's down jacket was too long and thick to squat, so she stood up and pulled the down jacket up to her waist.
"How do you make a snowman without hands? Is there a machine?" An Wen asked puzzled.
Chu Qichen's expression became a little strange. He handed her the hot water bottle, reached into the pocket of his down jacket, and took out a pair of fuchsia gloves.
Fancy gloves for washing dishes and laundry in the family in winter.
He turned out the fluff inside, and said, "The one with fleece won't be cold."
An Wen took it, happily leaned on his breastbone, and praised him coquettishly.
"It's too thoughtful, it's amazing!"
A smile appeared on Chu Qichen's pretendingly serious face.
In a villa, an aunt was looking for her fleece gloves for washing dishes.
"But, if you didn't use this glove, I don't want to use it either." An Wen looked at Chu Qichen's red hands.
"My hands are not afraid of cold." Chu Qichen said.
An Wen pulled his left hand over and stuffed it into the hot water bottle.
"No more umbrellas." An Wen put the umbrella on the ground, allowing Chu Qichen to stuff both hands into the hot water bottle.
"I'm going to build a fat snowman." An Wen raised her head and said to him with a smile. The snowflakes fell on her fair and tender face, and she shivered from the cold.
"Wear gloves, I was wearing another pair before." He said, pulling out a pair of gloves with snowflakes remaining from his pocket.
An Wen looked at the gloves and laughed, finally willing to put on the fleece gloves.
Even with the addition of fleece, the cold touch can still be transmitted to the hand when it touches the snow.
An Wen piled up snow, and Chu Qichen stood beside her holding an umbrella. The snow fell more and more, and a thick layer of snow accumulated on the umbrella.
Fortunately, this is a villa hotel, and no one will come to disturb them.
An Wen finally made a snowman bigger than Chu Qichen's.
"The two of us take pictures with them." An Wen said to Chu Qichen.
Chu Qichen took out his mobile phone, and the two of them took many photos, and when they entered the room, they were both shivering with cold.
They took a hot bath one after another, and sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with blankets on to watch the snow.
"Drink some hot water to get rid of the cold." Chu Qichen put the water glass to An Wen's mouth and fed her.
"Why are you here?" An Wen leaned on Chu Qichen's shoulder, raised her head and asked him.
"I miss you." Chu Qichen said truthfully.
Although An Wen wanted to hear this answer, she would still feel shy when she heard it.
The little face was almost completely retracted into the blanket, and the eyes were lowered to look at the sofa.
This look was so cute, Chu Qichen couldn't help but pecked her forehead a few times.
An Wen was so ashamed that she completely retracted into the blanket.
Chu Qichen rubbed her hair, eyes full of doting, and gave a low laugh.
"Want to eat hot pot?" Chu Qichen asked.
Hearing the hot pot, An Wen stuck her head out of the blanket.
"I want to eat." An Wen said.
"Wait for me." Chu Qichen got up, put on his down jacket and went outside.
An Wen rolled up the blanket and followed behind, puzzled, "What are you doing?"
"It's cold outside, I'll be back soon." Chu Qichen rubbed An Wen's hair and said softly.
Opening the door, he walked into the heavy snow, and the door was closed.
After a while, he came in with a foam box in his arms.
Open the foam cover, there are vegetables, fat beef, pot and hot pot bottom materials inside.
"You prepared a hot pot!" An Wen took his hand and shook it happily.
Seeing that she was happy, Chu Qichen had a slight smile on his lips.
"Go and sit down, you can eat soon." Chu Qichen said.