Song Xiaoru still disliked air conditioning and had turned off the central unit in the room. With the temperature having dropped quite a bit, she crawled into bed and Song Xiaodong pulled the blanket over himself.
Song Xiaodong wanted to do the same as Song Xiaoru, who immediately pressed down on the blanket, saying, "No, you can't do that."
Song Xiaodong said, "But I'm cold too."
Song Xiaoru said, "If you're cold, just go to your room, where you can turn on the air conditioning any time you like." Yet, her voice carried a bit of a coquettish tone, soft and tender.
Song Xiaodong made a sour face and said, "But I'd have to go back to my room for that. You can't expect me to keep you company here and still be cold, right?"
Song Xiaoru's face seemed to turn even redder as she said softly, "Then... it's agreed, you can only lie down obediently."
