Luo Yirui made a hand gesture to Little Fatty, who nodded. The two of them headed back together, climbing out of the boiling-water room and returning to Luo Yirui's room.
Once they were back, Little Fatty locked the window, then plopped down on the soft sofa and let out a long breath.
"Scared the hell out of Brother Pang. Are all you Modern Family people this explosive?"
As soon as he came in, Luo Yirui dove straight into the covers. With this kind of weather, and it being past three in the morning, it was seriously cold!
Little Fatty actually knew his manners. After coming in, he knew he'd been crawling around outside and wasn't clean, so he didn't run straight to the bed. Instead he shrank into the soft chair. Even though he was fat, he was cold too!
"If you're cold then get in here and warm up," Luo Yirui said.
