He Xiaoya stood at the door with her cheeks flushed red, her voice was low, but it sent waves of excitement through Zhang Xiaobei's heart.
Zhang Xiaobei agreed and followed He Xiaoya into her room, carrying his quilt and pillow.
The room He Xiaoya lived in didn't have a bed, instead, it had the traditional kang found in rural areas.
"You sleep over there," He Xiaoya pointed to the end of the kang, then moved her own bedding to the head of it.
Although the two of them were sleeping on the same kang, they were actually a distance of two to three meters apart.
"Xiaobei, I haven't made up my mind yet. Give me some time," He Xiaoya said as she took off her shoes, climbed onto the kang, and slipped under her quilt into her own bedding.
Zhang Xiaobei wasn't in a rush to succeed, to tell the truth, it wasn't just He Xiaoya who found it hard to get over that hurdle, he himself hesitated as well.
