A comforter lay between them.
Han Wenwen, however, tried to inch closer.
She drew her face close to his, her gaze seeming to say, 'These comforters are so in the way. Zhengran, don't you agree? It's all their fault for keeping us apart.'
Lin Zhengran was truly at a loss with this little vixen.
So he lifted the edge of his comforter. "Come here, but you have to behave."
"Mmm-hmm."
The Little Fox's pitiful expression transformed into one of joy, and she happily dove under Lin Zhengran's comforter in a flash.
Even though she was still wearing her sweater and stockings, she was now cradled in Lin Zhengran's arms.
The Little Fox was finally content.
Feeling the warmth of his embrace, she sighed with a smile. "Your bed is so much warmer than mine, Zhengran. And you're warm, too."
She rested her face against his chest, her arms wrapping around his back.
She even unconsciously wrapped her legs around his.
