Su Qingluan stared down at the two quilts in front of her that she had folded together and wrapped around herself, emitting a constant stream of warmth. She swallowed with a gulp, a bad premonition forming in her mind. Could it be...

Just as she was staring at the two wedding quilts in a daze, she heard the sound of a heavy wheelchair rolling across the ground beside her: "Qingluan, good morning."

Su Qingluan turned her head and saw that Mu Xingzhi had already stood up. His face was no longer the enchanting face he had taken off his disguise last night, but the face of "Mu Xingzhi" that she was used to seeing, gentle as jade, but not outstanding.

But for some reason, Su Qingluan always felt that there was some mockery in this person's eyes.

...Well, but it's natural for me to be laughed at. After all, I still have the "evidence" in my hand - it is obvious that I unknowingly snatched someone else's quilt and kept it for myself in the middle of the night while sleeping!

...No, wait...

Su Qingluan tried to struggle: Mu Xingzhi had already gotten up and had already disguised himself, so he must have been up for at least half an hour. In that case, was it possible that he had covered her with the quilt?

This kind of hypnotic rhetoric, which is almost like self-consolation, completely ignores one objective fact: it is early autumn now, and even if it is a little chilly at night, it is by no means necessary to cover yourself with two quilts at the same time, otherwise Su Qingluan would not have felt like she was being roasted on the stove before she woke up.

However, self-hypnosis must always end, and the next moment, Mu Xingzhi's words ruthlessly exposed her self-consolation: "Qingluan's face is rosy, she must have slept well tonight, but it's a pity that I don't have a quilt to sleep on all night. The night is long and very difficult to endure." After saying this, she sighed softly, looking indescribably weak and pitiful.

Su Qingluan knew that the other party might be pretending to be pitiful, but if he was not lying...

Su Qingluan thought carefully about the pattern on the wedding quilt she covered herself with last night, and confirmed it again without giving up - men on the left and women on the right. The mandarin ducks on her wedding quilt were facing the left, while those on Mu Xingzhi's were facing the right.

And now, the quilt that originally belonged to her was wrapped around her body and crumpled into a ball, almost like a twist, piled up at her side, while the quilt that belonged to Mu Xingzhi was covered on top of her, and was also wrinkled, but not as "beyond recognition" as her own quilt.

All the details point to the same fact - it is very likely that she snatched Mu Xingzhi's quilt while he was sleeping soundly, or even when he was half asleep, causing him to freeze all night!

...Forget it. Su Qingluan has been embarrassed enough times in front of Mu Xingzhi that she is no longer afraid of being bitten by lice.

But considering that she had been through so much trouble all night, an apology was in order. However, the whole thing was so awkward, funny, and bizarre that it was difficult to say the words. After all, what would it matter if she apologized today? Could she change?

Anyone with a normal IQ knows it's useless. After all, who can control the habits of those who fall asleep? So what's the point of such a useless apology? After a moment, she said dryly, "If I say the quilt started it, would you believe it?"

Mu Xingzhi was once again amused by Su Qingluan, then shook his head: "Qingluan, don't blame yourself. I'll just add a low couch next to you."

Su Qingluan was already feeling guilty because she had just realized that her bad sleeping posture had caused trouble for others. When she heard Mu Xingzhi's words, she quickly shook her head like a rattle, "No, no! You are the owner of this place. It was already my fault for not letting you sleep peacefully in the middle of the night. Now I have to kick you out and make you sleep on the low couch. This is too unfair!"

Hearing Su Qingluan's words, Mu Xingzhi smiled and asked, "Then what is considered 'justice'?"

Su Qingluan patted her chest and said, "Of course I'll sleep on the low couch, and it's only fair for you to sleep on the big bed!"

Mu Xingzhi saw Su Qingluan trying to free herself from the balled-up quilts while she spoke. However, she hadn't anticipated the significant restraints of two quilts and the bulky, cumbersome wedding dress. Despite her efforts, her efforts proved limited. So the man slowly wheeled his wheelchair to the bedside and reached out to help Su Qingluan "break free."

"Qingluan's kindness is appreciated," Mu Xingzhi said, his hands moving slowly but methodically. He soon finished making the top quilt. "But I'll sleep on the low couch. It's more convenient for both of us."

Su Qingluan looked up at Mu Xingzhi: "What do you mean?"

"Sometimes, I may go out early and come back late for various reasons." Mu Xingzhi said vaguely, but Su Qingluan understood that no matter what the reason was, it would be more convenient for people who "go out early and come back late" to sleep outside.

After completely separating Su Qingluan's wedding clothes from the two wedding quilts, Mu Xingzhi turned the wheelchair around and said, "I'll go make arrangements now and discuss some things with Song Bo. Qingluan's casual clothes are in the two camphorwood boxes next to the screen. I'm leaving now, so Qingluan can do whatever she wants."

After saying that, he pushed his wheelchair out by himself, and even considerately closed the door for Su Qingluan from the outside when he left.

As the sound of Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair rolling on the ground gradually faded away, everything around him became quiet. Only the light golden sunlight shining through the window panes and the birds singing in high and low outside indicated that it was a nice morning.

Su Qingluan realized only then that Mu Xingzhi's last words were telling her that if she had any privacy issues that needed to be resolved, whether it was changing clothes or going to the bathroom, she could do it herself. Moreover, he specifically mentioned that he "had something to discuss with Song Bo", which meant that no one would disturb her here for a while.

Su Qingluan still has some psychological barriers to the "indoor toilet" behind the screen.

Although Su Qingluan had used it a few times when she occasionally woke up in the middle of the night at home, that was when she was alone in the room.

However, if she was asked to relieve herself in front of a member of the opposite sex, who had not reached the level of "skin-to-skin intimacy", even if there was a screen in between, Su Qingluan believed that she could not do it.

Even though Mu Xingzhi is not present now, this subtle feeling of "space connection" makes Su Qingluan feel "convenient".

In short, if she is asked to use this toilet to relieve herself indoors, she would rather go to the dry toilet outside.

However, the clothes still need to be changed. After all, yesterday's gorgeous and bright wedding dress has become like a rag after being "ravaged" all night. Su Qingluan decided to wash it carefully and hang it up, and then put it away after the wrinkles are completely gone.

Otherwise, if Yang saw her hard work being wasted like this... Su Qingluan felt a cool breeze on her back and shivered.

Because Mu Xingzhi was a parentless person, Su Qingluan naturally didn't have to visit him every morning and evening. And because she was married, she had put up a "marriage leave" sign at Su Ji, so she didn't have to go to work today.

So Su Qingluan could naturally take her time to dress up - if she wasn't urged by the "three urgent needs of life".