Ye Zhou straightened up, put his hands in the pockets of his trench coat, spread his arms out, and opened the trench coat.

"Come and warm me up."

The girl's cheeks were flushed as she stepped forward and tightly wrapped her arms around Ye Zhou's waist, which was tied with a white shirt.

Ye Zhou closed the black trench coat with satisfaction, wrapping the girl inside.

In the summer, An Youhe's body felt cold, but in the winter, when I held her, she felt like a warm little stove.

An Youhe obediently hugged Ye Zhou, her whole body shrouded in the darkness of the black trench coat.

"Are you warmer now?" the girl asked softly.

"It's much warmer now. You're so warm. From now on, I'll hold you like this every winter, and we won't even need to turn on the heating."

"Hmph." The girl got a little grumpy and let go of his hand. "Fine, let me take you back today. I'm wearing thick clothes."

"Okay, honey, but can you drive an electric car?"

"How could I not? I'm very good at driving both tricycles and bicycles!"

Ye Zhou sat on the back seat, his long legs finding it difficult to find a place to rest, the small electric scooter's back seat bearing a weight it shouldn't have to bear.

The girl patted her waist and commanded in a soft, sweet voice, "Hold on to my waist obediently, or the road will be uneven and I'll throw you off."

Ye Zhou raised an eyebrow. Why did this sentence seem so familiar?

Ye Zhou hugged the girl's waist tightly and pretended to be pitiful. "I'm so weak, pitiful and helpless. Sister, please don't be cruel and throw me away. I will be a good girl."

"You, you, you." Ye Zhou had An Youhe speechless, successfully arousing the girl's compassion. "Come close to my back, that way you won't be so cold. I'll drive slowly, don't worry."