After finishing the hot pot, their lips were as red as if they'd put on lipstick. They glanced at each other and suddenly burst into silly laughter.
Jiang Yao was full and had no desire to move. She flopped limply onto the sofa, her face a picture of pure satisfaction.
Outside, the sky was gloomy. Flocks of birds circled above, as if searching for a warmer place. The withered branches of the tall plane trees along the street shivered in the cold wind, offering no suitable perch.
On a cold day like this, holing up at home was definitely the best choice.
Chen Yuan rested for a moment before getting up to clear the coffee table and take everything to the kitchen. That was it. He gave the table a quick wipe and then flopped down onto the sofa as well.
A full stomach always brings on drowsiness. After doing those few chores, he felt like his energy was completely spent.
"I'll go get you a blanket."
