"Go... let's go, let's go home." Yu Wanwan rubbed her hands together and said to Han Ye with a trembling voice, "If we stand here any longer, the two of us will soon become ice sculptures."
"Okay." Han also nodded, let go of Yu Wanwan's arm, took off his coat, put it on her body and said, "I'll put it on for you, I'm not too cold."
"Really??" Yu Wanwan looked at him suspiciously.
"Really." Han also nodded seriously, and in order to increase the credibility of his words, he pointed to his cheek and said, "Look, it's all hot and red."
Yu Wanwan blinked at him, wrapped his coat tightly around her, took a deep breath and said, "Okay, then let's rush back!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she spread her legs and quickly climbed up the stairs.
Han also looked at his figure flying out, couldn't help but shook his head with a smile, stretched his long legs, and followed closely.
Fortunately, Wanwan's family lived on the third floor, and the two of them rushed home in just a dozen seconds.
As soon as they entered the house, a gust of warm air instantly surrounded the two of them.
Yu Wanwan closed the door and said with a long sigh of relief, "Wow, it's still warm at home."
Mother Yu, who just came out of the living room, looked at the two people standing at the door, and asked in a daze, "Where did you two go?"
"Go downstairs to watch the snow!" Yu Wanwan said excitedly, "It's snowing so hard outside!!"
"Is this why you wear Xiaoye's coat!?" Yu's mother gave her daughter a hard look, and without saying a word, she took off her coat and handed it to Han Ye, saying, "It's such a cold day, What if Xiao Ye catches a cold, because you are a little older than Xiao Ye, and you don't know how to take care of others!"
Han also took the coat from his mother with a smile, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, godmother, I'm not cold."
"Why isn't it cold?" Yu's mother touched Han Yeliang's icy fingers, and immediately said with a distressed expression, "Look at your hand, it's all frozen, just wait, godmother will give it to you immediately." Go make ginger soup!"
"Mom, I want it too!" Yu Wanwan hurriedly said to her mother.
"You still have the nerve to want it!?" Yu's mother gave her a blank look, and after leaving such a sentence, she went straight into the kitchen.
Yu Wanwan stuck out her tongue, turned her head, glanced at Han Ye, and suddenly reached out to hold his big cold hand and said, "Ah, your hand is really cold."
"No, I..." The blush on Han Ye's face that had just disappeared a little, immediately climbed up again.
He moved his arms, trying to pull his hands back from Yu Wanwan's, but her hands held him firmly and said, "Don't move around, I'll cover you, and you won't be too late." It's cold."
"But..." Han also moved his lips, wanting to say something, but looked down to see Yu Wanwan covering his hands seriously, and finally swallowed all the words.
Her hand was small and soft, warm, and it felt really warm against the back of his hand.
Han Ye blushed slightly, turned his head, looked at the heavy snow flying outside the window, and stopped talking.
After Yu Wanwan warmed one hand for him, she held his other hand. After finally warming both hands for him, Yu's mother's ginger soup was ready.