And he, covered with a blanket, wrapped himself up from head to toe.
Even so, he couldn't conceal the resentment that filled the bedroom, the breath of cold, mournful air.
Su Ran raised an eyebrow, fiercely suppressing the smile that threatened to curl her lips.
She took off her shoes and got into bed, lying next to the man.
The man didn't embrace her as he usually would.
Su Ran blinked, undisturbed, and silently counted in her head.
One...
Two...
Three...
The next second, the man moved.
Kindly, he shared half of his blanket with her.
While covering her, he tried to avoid any contact.
Seeing the man trying to keep his distance yet not bearing to let her be without a blanket made her feel both amused and exasperated.
So, when the man stretched out his hand to move the blanket over her again, she directly grabbed his arm.
Fu Qiyuan glanced at her and kept his arm still, but his body shifted to the side.
Su Ran raised an eyebrow, again?
