Lin Jinse dragged her luggage out of the villa, and Song Qiaoyan drove there just in time. Song Qiaoyan stopped the car and saw Lin Jinse coming out so early. He felt happy and had a spring breeze-like smile on his face, "Didn't I ask you to wait for my call? Why did you come out so early to wait? Aren't you most afraid of the cold?" Lin Jinse put aside those annoying melancholy and smiled slightly: "I knew you were coming, so I came out. It's not just right now, it's too cold." Song Qiaoyan opened the car door, got out of the car, and said with a smile: "This is the so-called understanding." Lin Jinse smiled without answering and pushed the luggage to him. Song Qiaoyan didn't pick up the luggage. Instead, he grabbed Lin Jinse's hand, put it under his mouth, and breathed into her, "He

