Just thinking that the man was sleeping in the room next door, under the same roof as her, and that he might sneak in at any time, maybe even sneak into her bed and sleep with her, or worse, get handsy and do some hooligan acts—she simply couldn't fall asleep!
After tossing and turning, she suddenly sat up, got out of bed, and locked the door from the inside!
Who cares where he sleeps, whether he has a blanket or if he might freeze and get sick!
Let the lunatic fend for himself!
In the guest room separated by a wall, Wen Zhan pushed open the door to see the bare mattress, his stern eyebrows immediately knitting together.
If it were summer, he could rough it for one night.
But now it was the coldest part of winter.
Turning back to the master bedroom, he reached out to twist the doorknob and found it was locked.
"Qingqing… get me a blanket," he pleaded, knocking on the door.