The Cold Needs Warming

Jiang Yihan watched Nuannuan gleefully gnawing on a bone, and couldn't help feeling jealous of that bone. Sure, I'm a perpetually single guy and don't understand the troubles of having a wonderful wife at home, but Jiang Yihan is a hopeless romantic to the twelfth degree. The extra two degrees are because I don't know why either. Love restrained is love that lasts, they say. I don't know, who knows? You only think of someone when you can't have them. Who said that? I didn't. Nuannuan: "Author, stop going crazy. I'm shy." Yihan: "Author, shut up already. Don't ruin my character." What even is this? I think, munch munch munch munch munch munch, blabber blabber blabber blabber. (Exhausted, so much nonsense. Hurry up and wrap it up.) Welcome to "Warmth for the Cold." Friendly reminder: This story is made up, so please don't imitate it.