"Xiao Ethan Yang, why are you wearing so little?" The two of them opened the doors and got into the car, and the driver Chen Xing looked at Ethan Yang in the rearview mirror. "The temperature is below zero today, don't catch a cold."
Ethan Yang wore a black jacket with the zipper pulled up to the top, against his sharp jaw. Young people grow up very fast. In the past two years, not only has his height grown rapidly, but the contours of his face have also gradually become sharper and deeper. Standing in such a cold wind, he looks more and more like a human weapon. He stretched out his hand and pulled the zipper down a short distance, and replied: "It's okay, it's not too cold."
Compared to Ethan Yang, Liam Tang was wrapped like a ball by Grace Tang. The heater in the car was on high. He untied the scarf wrapped around his neck one by one and put it aside. He put his hands in his pockets and turned his head to look at the snow outside the car window.
When the car was halfway through the journey, Liam Tang pulled his hand out of his down jacket pocket, reached into Ethan Yang's pocket and held his hand. Ethan Yang was leaning against the back of the seat with his eyes closed, and when he noticed this movement, he opened his eyes and glanced at Liam Tang.
"My hands are warm," Liam Tang explained, "Brother, let me warm your hands."
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