The temperature in the room was just right, Shen Chi sat at the edge of the bed.
The alcohol from the night had not completely worn off, and his head ached a bit, so he just sat there, watching Xu Chaomu sleep soundly.
A small part of the quilt on her body was not covering her properly, and she slept peacefully, utterly unaware of the cold. Her two little hands clutched the corner of the quilt tightly, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if troubled by something.
He reached out to pull the quilt over her, moving very lightly, and Xu Chaomu made no response.
He didn't know when it had become a habit of his. In the past, when he would cover her with the quilt, it would wake her up, but now he was very skilled at it.
Sure enough, Xu Chaomu didn't stir at all, her grip on the quilt firm, her facial expression not a happy one, as if she had a bad dream.
He lifted his cold hand, gently brushing her face.
