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After the bath, Xu Qing nestled under the covers with just his head poking out, fervently warming up his little nest.
The heating was still about half a month away, and this period was the hardest to endure, as getting into bed made one never want to leave, and once out, the desire to return was overwhelming.
From outside came shuffling sounds, and Jiang He, dressed in pajamas, dived in with a plop, burrowing into the covers and clumsily warming him with her hands.
"Stop it, it's freezing through the clothes."
"I won't."
"Ahhh..."
Xu Qing grimaced for a moment before he got used to the temperature of her palms, trapping both small hands with his arms.
"Now I've learned to live in modern times and even sorted out my identity issues, I could pack my bags and run away anytime. You should be worried, not become less attentive than before, yet still expect me to help warm the bed..."
