Xiaoling changed into her nightgown and tucked herself under the quilt. It was very chilly, so Weisheng turned on the heater before jumping into bed. He looked over at Xiaoling, tucked neatly under the thick quilt. She was right when she said she didn't take much space on the bed.
Weisheng turned to look at her, unable to diminish the wide smile on his face. Xiaoling slowly rolled her eyes toward him, raising an eyebrow at his constant smile.
"What?" She whispered.
"Nothing," Weisheng replied, "I'm just honored that you accepted my request."
Xiaoling turned toward him, folding her arm under her head to support it. She looked at him curiously, as if she wanted to ask something.
"Umm, I don't know if this is appropriate," She murmured hesitantly.
"What is it?" Weisheng asked, "Anything you say is appropriate."
