It had entered the twelfth lunar month; the weather was frigid, especially at night, with a layer of ice formed outside.
He Nan's eyes flashed, and he didn't refuse, but instead of getting directly into bed, he took a set of clean clothes from the cabinet.
"I'm going to take a shower."
He had a change of clothes here too, but he rarely stayed here.
"Mhm."
Even though it wasn't the first time they were chatting under the covers, Shen Mianmian still felt somewhat embarrassed and blushed as she shrank further into the bedding.
It wasn't long before He Nan finished his shower and came back; he got directly into bed and scooped Shen Mianmian into his arms.
Shen Mianmian felt particularly at peace and drifted off to sleep unwittingly, while He Nan gently caressed her cheek with his thumb and gradually closed his eyes to sleep.
The next day, Yang Xiaoxi came out of her room, stretched lazily like usual but stopped halfway through.