Qiu Ya curled up into a ball, looking pitiful.
Chuzheng touched his hand, which had warmed up quite a bit, "Want to see the snowman?"
Qiu Ya's eyes lit up, and he laughed childishly, "Can... can I?"
"Two conditions."
Without waiting for Chuzheng to speak, Qiu Ya leaned in and kissed her.
Chuzheng: "..."
Qiu Ya looked at her with eager eyes, and if he had a tail, it would probably be wagging excitedly by now.
She hugged him and tousled his hair, "Then I'll state the second condition."
Qiu Ya nodded his head like a pounding hammer.
"Warm up, and then we'll go out to see the snowman."
Qiu Ya immediately moved closer to the stove, obediently warming himself by the fire.
But in a moment, he raised his hand, "Is it good now?"
"No."
"Oh." Qiu Ya turned back to continue.
...
"Is it good now?"
"No."
...
"Can I now?"
"No."
...
The frequency of Qiu Ya's questions was probably less than thirty seconds.
Chuzheng was getting quite unhappy.
What's so great about a snowman?
