The next morning, Luo Qiao woke up to see Lu Yichen already dressed neatly.
Sensing that Luo Qiao was awake, he turned around and smiled, "Awake?"
Luo Qiao stretched out her arms wanting to hug him, but he tucked her back into the covers, "It's snowing outside, the temperature in the house has dropped a bit too, don't catch a chill."
Hearing it was snowing, Luo Qiao became more alert, "Is it heavy?"
Lu Yichen nodded, "Quite heavy, it's already half a foot thick and hasn't stopped yet."
Luo Qiao glanced toward the window, "Open the curtains and let me see."
Lu Yichen tapped the tip of her nose with his finger affectionately, "Hang on."
When the curtains were opened, the room instantly brightened, and through the window, the rooftops and the trees were covered in a blanket of white.
Luo Qiao decided not to be lazy in bed, "Brother Chen, help me get my clothes, I'll go help you shovel the snow."
