Mo Ting quietly closed the door and walked over to the bed.
Just like before, Su Yuan wrapped herself up like a little dumpling with the blanket, leaving only her two little feet hanging outside.
Mo Ting leaned over to cover her with the blanket, but after tugging for a long time, he could not even pull out a corner of the blanket. In the end, he gave up. He reached out and covered his two cold little feet with his palms, muttering in a low voice, "It's not a good habit for you to hug a blanket to sleep. In the future, you can only hug me to sleep. You can't hug a blanket, understand?"
Su Yuan was sleeping soundly, so she could not hear him. However, her feet were warm and comfortable, and she could not help but moan.
Mo Ting revealed a smile and lowered his head to kiss her on the back of her foot, "I'll take it that you've agreed."
