The next day.
Xiao Die lazed in bed and got up late again.
Last time, she blushed and said that Luo Qingzhou had pressed down on her hair and could not get up. This time, she said shyly, "I'm in pain…"
Luo Qingzhou did not do anything to her last night. He only accidentally pressed down on her arm.
"We'll each sleep on one side next time."
Luo Qingzhou massaged her arms and then got out of bed.
Seeing this, the little girl hurriedly got up from the blanket and knelt by the bed. She helped him put on his clothes and pouted. "No way. I want to sleep with you."
Luo Qingzhou ignored her. He got off the bed and walked to the window.
When he pushed open the window, a gust of cold air hit him.
However, the smell of the air was exceptionally refreshing.
The snow was still falling, though very lightly.
Snowflakes slowly fell from the sky like withered white petals, decorating the scenery outside the window.