After a while, she finally pushed him away, complaining, "You're so cold..." She turned over and continued sleeping.
He had just come in from outside, bringing the chill with him.
He looked at her still groggy and clueless expression, chuckling as he took off his coat, "When did you get here?"
"I had dinner at your place," she replied, still drowsy, yawning and telling him with her eyes closed, "Sister Qian made pickled fish, scallion oil chicken, and eggplant with soy sauce today. It was delicious; I had three bowls of rice..."
He laughed out loud, bent down, and reached to touch her belly, "Three bowls and you still ate all these snacks? What'll you do if you get fat?"
She wrinkled her nose and slapped his hand away, still very dismissive, "Your hand is cold!"
Even though she said his hand was cold, he insisted on getting her up, "Get up, brush your teeth, and then go back to sleep."
