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It was an exceptionally cold night, with strong winds. The window was closed, and the inner room was warm, because Qin Yu knew that a certain fat cat didn't like the cold. He liked to snuggle in a warm, cozy spot, curled up with his whole body, or holding a heater.
He loved to sleep while holding her, even though her body wasn't actually warm.
For so long, her body had tended to be cold after she fell asleep at night.
Just like now, her body was extremely cold, and she only felt some warmth when she rubbed her palms against the fat cat's big head in front of her.
"How long will he sleep?" Jing Moxue brought over a bowl of noodles that Zhou Te had just cooked in the kitchen, not bothering to persuade her to eat, because she would eat if she needed to.
"Either three months or three years."
"It doesn't sound long, yet it seems very long," Jing Moxue said.
