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"As for this bed…" Long Qian Xing looked at the bed cover below the two of them and felt another headache. "We'll each take one side, ok?"

Nan Hua's eyes flickered slightly.

Looking at the bed cover below them, she nodded thoughtfully. Even if she was not from this era, but she didn't want to be too hasty either. A sense of ritual seemed to be quite nice.

"Go to sleep first. I'll come back later."

"Um."

Nan Hua watched as Long Qian Xing walked outside. The night on the snowy mountain was naturally colder than in the evening. But Long Qian Xing didn't seem to care in the slightest bit and only wanted to leave.

She blinked her eyes and wanted to laugh a bit.

Looking at the cover that was used for sleeping in this area, it could be said that these covers were not very good because it was really thin. But it was also useful because it was quite warm.

Nan Hua knew that Long Qian Xing is a transmigrator.