Xiao Ruiyuan wasn't upset either. Casually withdrawing his hand, he flipped back a corner of the blanket and slid in, yet he didn't snuggle up to Mo Yan, worried that the chill on his body might make her cold.
The room was fairly warm, and since they were lying under the covers, Mo Yan didn't feel particularly cold. She moved closer on her own initiative, "Why did you come over so late today?"
With just that turn, the corner of Mo Yan's blanket at her back lifted, and a draft whistled into the covers. Xiao Ruiyuan's hand quickly reached over to tuck in the corner of the blanket and pulled her into his arms. Seeing that her body was not as cold as he had thought, the last bit of his discontent melted away.