Zhang Xiaoshan still didn't speak, but he shifted his body to make some space on the small bed for Jia Lanhua.
Jia Lanhua lay down.
"You little stinker, I'm telling you, don't take the opportunity to take advantage of me."
Jia Lanhua said, huffing and puffing.
Zhang Xiaoshan remained silent, turning his back to Jia Lanhua and closing his eyes, as if he were asleep.
"Hmph, if you ignore me, I'll ignore you too."
Jia Lanhua, feeling on the verge of a breakdown, also turned her back to Zhang Xiaoshan, curling up.
The autumn had turned chilly, and Jia Lanhua was cold enough.
"Give me some of the blanket, will you?"
She snatched the blanket covering Zhang Xiaoshan.
"Or you could turn off the light, it's too bright and I can't sleep," Zhang Xiaoshan finally said something.
"I thought you'd gone mute, no way, if you turn off the lights, what am I going to do if you molest me?"
"Suit yourself."
Zhang Xiaoshan fell silent again.
Another long silence passed.
