Mu Keren, having fled with her bedding, dove headfirst into the only guest room in the small apartment.
At first, she kept peering at the bedroom door, hoping Huang Qingtian would come looking for her on his own initiative.
But what was infuriating was that she had been waiting for five minutes already, and there was still not the slightest sound from the master bedroom.
"Huang Qingtian, you big jerk, don't even think about seeing me tonight!"
When her wait turned out to be fruitless, Mu Keren decisively shut the guest room door and locked it from the inside.
Then, she burrowed into the bed of her own accord.
Yet, as soon as she wriggled under the covers, Mu Keren felt the tip of her nose start to tingle and burn.
A bed without Huang Qingtian was cold and empty.
Her little feet were ice-cold, too.
But to slink back to him with her tail between her legs now would just seem too spineless.
If she didn't go back, though, she was so cold...
