The two kids instantly wilted; it was indeed dark outside.
Though they now knew how to tell time, in some ways, they were still children.
It was dark, and it was indeed time for bed.
Unaware that winter evenings in Capital City grew dark early.
Yun Xiaoxiao, having watched them the entire time, helplessly glanced at Zhao Tianlei, "Da Bao and Xiao Bao are worried about me."
"Wife, I'm worried too," he said.
"I'll go get some hot water for you to soak your feet, and also wash your face and body. You got your clothes wet from the fever last night."
It wasn't possible for his wife to take a bath at this time.
But his wife liked to be clean.
"Go ahead."
What else could Yun Xiaoxiao say?
There was a man with a notable presence.
But after that wash, he indeed felt much more comfortable.
"Wife, I'll warm up the bed for you."
That wasn't necessary.
We were sleeping on a heated brick bed.
It was heated.
It wasn't cold.
Could anyone stop someone's desire to warm up the bed?
