The winters in the South were nice in every way, except for one thing: mosquitoes at night. Fortunately, the farmstead's owner had equipped each room with mosquito repellent devices. Even so, Xue Yang still woke up several times in the wee hours. Whether the mosquitoes were solely to blame, however, remained unknown.
...
When Lin Xi woke up the next day, it was already past eleven o'clock.
Sleeping in the countryside like this is so comfortable. Add to that the pleasant weather, and I really don't feel like getting up at all. Except... it seems I was bitten by a mosquito during the night.
Lin Xi stretched out one hand; sure enough, there was a mosquito bite on her wrist. Large and red, it stood out conspicuously against her fair, smooth skin. As for her other hand, it seemed to be gripping something. It felt a bit odd—not like the quilt, nor Xue Yang's arm or foot.
Wait, it's not like I have a habit of touching people's feet.
