Qin Mingzhu finally left, and Qin Mu didn't want to stay downstairs anymore, so she went back to the bedroom to sleep.
Mu Yichen finished cleaning up the kitchen, came out and saw that there was no one on the sofa, guessing she'd gone upstairs, but the hot water bottle was still on the sofa.
The weather outside was still gloomy. These past two days it was always like this—either gloomy in the morning and clearing up in the afternoon, or the other way around.
Half an hour later, Qin Mu was lying on the bed, about to fall asleep, when she felt a sudden warmth on her legs and woke up a bit: "Thanks!"
Mu Yichen didn't say anything, just watched her, and then...
When Qin Mu lifted her eyes, she suddenly realized that right in front of her was a gray warm wall.
"Since you're thanking me, put some sincerity into it."
Mu Yichen spoke as he lifted the quilt and covered himself with it too.
Qin Mu immediately tried to spring up, but he pinned her down under the covers.
