Song Tingfan handed the oil seal to Song Ling, "Descend the mountain earlier, before it gets completely dark." [space]
The hint for him to leave was obvious.
Song Ling was used to it, his sister was used to it, too. He took the lantern, "Have another little sister, Dad and Mom." Then he ran off.
Lin Qiao couldn't help but start coughing, then she glared at Song Tingfan, "It's all your fault, being so careless in front of the kids."
In earlier years, when the two kissed, they were caught quite a few times by the son and daughter, leaving her with a psychological shadow now.
Feeling guilty, Song Tingfan wisely remained silent, diligently serving her more food, "Wife, eat more."
At night, there were two stoves in the attic, and it was somewhat hot for a while. After taking off her outerwear, Lin Qiao said, "Just use one stove."
"Wait a moment."
Song Tingfan handed something to Lin Qiao from under the pillow, and she suspiciously opened it, suddenly stunned, "..."
Bikini.
