"I'm not cold." The temperature was comfortable in the room, so it wasn't cold.
Lincoln's eyes still held traces of lingering tiredness.
Even if Drew hadn't told her, Zayla could tell from the tiredness in Lincoln's eyes that he hadn't been resting well these past few days.
"I'm cold." She pursed her lips, somewhat innocent.
"Hmm?"
Zayla didn't speak. She lifted a corner of the quilt, unfolded his arm, and rested her head on it.
Then she took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around his strong waist.
Burying her face in his chest, she whispered, "Now I'm not cold anymore..."
Lincoln laughed, held her tightly in his embrace, and whispered in her ear, "This is even warmer."
Their bodies were almost pressed tightly together. With Zayla wearing so little, her cool skin gradually became burning hot.
Naturally, Lincoln felt it too and teased, "Zayla, why are you so hot?"