His Body Temperature
Editor: Henyee Translations
Qiao Mu's eyes abruptly turned round. This guy wasn't leaving today?
He? This guy just now was… wheedling to her?
Qiao Mu's small hand automatically reached over to stroke Mo Lian's head.
Afterwards, she rolled towards the inner part of the bed, with a penchant to once again wrap herself into a cocoon.
Mo Lian discovered that this little fellow seemed to really like wrapping herself into a bundle when sleeping?
With a reach of his hand, he grabbed her over into his embrace and patted her. "It's cold?"
Eh? Qiao Mu blinked, raising her head from his embrace. "Sleeping now."
"Mhm, go to sleep." Mo Lian massaged her small hand while hugging her. "Are you cold?"
"Not cold." Now that there was another person beside her, she shouldn't continue stealing all the covers either.
Besides, with Mo Lian's body lying against hers, mhm, it felt like there was a small stove next to her. Mo Lian's body was so warm.