"Look." Jing Xuan extended his wrist for her to see.
Tang Huai stared at the watch on his wrist, surprised: "It's so late already?"
"Still want to continue sleeping?"
"No." Tang Huai sat up.
A wave of cold air hit her, and she quickly shrank back under the covers.
She looked at Jing Xuan, blinking: "Brother Jing Xuan, it's so cold."
"I'm not cold, you're cold."
"Yeah, I'm really cold."
Jing Xuan hadn't gotten up yet. He lay on his side, his posture seductive: "Want to sneak into my arms?"
"Okay." Tang Huai, without feeling shy, wriggled her whole body into his arms: "Why is it so cold today?"
"It's raining, the temperature will drop in the next couple of days."
"What should I do, it's so cold, I don't want to get up." Tang Huai wriggled like a loach, continually burrowing into Jing Xuan's arms.
In truth, once she lay back down, Tang Huai didn't feel cold anymore. The quilt was warm and cozy.
