A cold front passed through, and Hong Kong was hit with a significant drop in temperature.
With the temperature at only three degrees Celsius, Xu Qingfan shivered uncontrollably, and even his usually solitary little brother crawled into his quilt.
Sure, the air conditioning could also provide heat, but the air it blew was too stuffy, and he could only tolerate it for a short while.
Moreover, sleeping in on a cold day was a supreme delight, and using the heater just didn't have the same ambiance.
He slept until after ten in the morning, his stomach growling with hunger, but he still clung to the bed, unwilling to get up.
Lying in bed, he scrolled through his phone for a while; soon, he heard "tap tap tap" footsteps at the door.
Just by the sound, Xu Qingfan knew it was Xia Xiaoxiao. He reluctantly picked up the remote control by the bed and turned on the air conditioning.