Queuing

He could go without a meal, but not his woman. 

"I want to eat…" Sun Yuhan hesitated. "Xiaolongbao." 

"I'll get them for you," said Jiu Yue, rising. He remembered that there was a popular Xiaolongbao store nearby, where he and Sun Yuhan had dined a few times. She seemed to like the food there. 

He opened the door and stepped outside; a gust of cold wind immediately greeted him. 

It felt as though the weather had turned cold in the blink of an eye. Just a few days back, he had been wearing short-sleeved shirts, but these days he can't do without a sweater. He was only wearing a single shirt within, and the cold wind infiltrated his sweaters through its open collars and sleeves. No wonder he was feeling cold.