After all, stones don't talk or struggle.
Su Nanzhi embraced the cool source, unconsciously rubbing her cheek against it, and suddenly realized that this stone didn't seem to be as hard, but it felt so comfortable to rub against.
She was like a little heat source right now, and after much effort, she had found something that could cool her down, so she held onto it and wouldn't let go.
Su Nanzhi felt as if there was something between her and the stone she was holding, the sensation wasn't cool enough. Her hand searched and seemed to find some kind of opening, then slipped inside; the instant chill made Su Nanzhi hum with enjoyment.
But the next second, something equally cold grabbed her hand and threw it out.
Su Nanzhi furrowed her brows.
She didn't wake up.
But relentlessly, she wrapped around it again like an octopus.
Finally, out of impatience, she flipped her whole body over, pressing down on the cool stone, her cheek against it, muttering, "Stop moving."
