"Who wants it?" Jiang Xuesui rubbed his burning cheeks, pressed her forehead against his, rubbed her nose against his, leaned down to kiss his lips, then kissed his chin, and finally landed a kiss on his bobbing Adam's apple. With the speed of lightning, she rolled herself tightly in the quilt and lay down.
Wen Qiao tugged at the quilt wrapped around her and laughed. "Aren't you going to share some of the blanket with me?"
Jiang Xuesui wriggled a few times and pressed the corners of the quilt tighter. "There's more than one quilt on the bed. You cover yourself with yours, and I'll cover myself with mine."
Wen Qiao also lay down, turned sideways to face her, and pretended to sleep.
Jiang Xuesui wriggled toward him a few times and touched his forehead with hers. "Don't sulk. If you catch a cold, we'll have to sleep in separate rooms."
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