Upon hearing this, Song Tingfan nervously tightened his grip on her hand and earnestly promised, "Sister-in-law, I won't let you fall."
"Sister-in-law trusts little uncle." Lin Qiao routinely "humored" him.
The village under the night was very quiet, their footsteps clearly audible, occasionally accompanied by the sound of insects.
The night breeze blew gently, and Lin Qiao shivered, but she didn't forget the persona of a "good sister-in-law," "Little uncle, are you cold? If you are, sister-in-law will take off her outer garment for you to wear."
For sister-in-law to take off her clothes for him to wear...
Song Tingfan stammered, "No, no... not cold."
"Your hands are cold, yet you say you're not." Lin Qiao held his hand against her abdomen to keep it warm, gently rubbing it.
Ahem, there was a time she acted like this in a play, warming the hands of her "father" on a winter road.
This scene even earned her the Best Supporting Actress award.
