Qin Jian took off his coat, rubbed his ice-cold hands together, and slid under An Hao's covers.
"Ah! You're so cold! Get out quickly." An Hao's warm and toasty cocoon was suddenly invaded by the chill.
"I'm not going out." Qin Jian embraced her tightly, "Now you warm me up, and later I'll repay you with passion."
"Don't!" An Hao squirmed and struggled.
"Be good, listen up! Let me hold you." Qin Jian domineeringly pulled her into his arms, and after An Hao struggled a bit, she stopped moving.
Seeing her quiet down, Qin Jian reached out to smooth her messy hair and asked, "I heard mom made you angry today?"
"She talked to you?" An Hao looked up at him.
"Mhm. She didn't say why. Tell me what happened?"