This was destined to be a sad night.
Yu Minglang was outside enjoying the breeze, while Xiao Qian sat on the warm heated bed, her body feeling warm yet cold.
The temperature difference in the mountains is significant between day and night, and even in summer, it gets chilly at night.
The owner of the farmhouse is a simple, honest lady. Knowing that they were coming, she prepared the heated bed early. By night, the temperature of the bed was just right, not too hot, making it comfortable to sit on.
If it weren't for Yu Minglang making a scene, the two of them might have been wearing long sleeves looking at the stars instead. After admiring the stars, they could have rolled around on the warm bed. The owner was very hospitable and even prepared a plate of watermelon - chilled with well water - for them. Eating the watermelon while sitting on the warm bed was quite a unique experience.
But now, seeing the watermelon, Xiao Qian's heart felt complicated, even somewhat mocking.
