"Grandma brought over a quilt for you." She pouted her lips.
Meng Xinian tossed the quilt aside onto a chair in an instant.
Chiang Xiao gasped in surprise.
"Hey, what do you mean by this?"
"I don't want to share a quilt with you," Meng Xinian declared with conviction.
"But I do!"
"Really? Such a hypocritical little girl," Meng Xinian said as he turned off the light and reached to pull away her quilt, but Chiang Xiao held on tight.
In the darkness, Meng Xinian pressed down on her.
Her lips were captured by his fervent kiss.
In that moment, Chiang Xiao felt as if her entire soul had taken flight.
She let go in a half-conscious daze, allowed him into her quilt in a blur, was embraced into his arms groggily, and was kissed until her entire body went limp.
"Meng Xinian..."
His name slipped from her lips, a quiet sound, a bit weak, a bit breathless.
"Little, call me Xinian," he murmured against the corner of her lips, unwilling to leave.
"...Xinian."