"Put down the feather duster and I'll stop."
"Stop right there."
"Put it down first."
Neither the mother nor the son was willing to give in.
Finally, it ended with Lu Rong hitting the chicken feather duster a few times.
Night fell.
After Qiao Wanyue washed up, she returned to her room. Lu Yunzhou took a quilt and made a makeshift bed on the floor. The houses in the city were different from those in the countryside; in the city, only the living room had a stove.
The temperature will drop to minus twenty degrees Celsius at night. There is no stove in the room, and you will catch a cold if you sleep on the floor.
"Why don't you come up and sleep here?" Qiao Wanyue suggested after thinking for a moment.
Lu Yunzhou was stunned.
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
But he immediately suppressed it.
"Isn't that a bad idea?"
He doesn't mind!
One more question!
Qiao Wanyue thought for a moment, "It's alright. There are two quilts. The floor is quite cold. Although you are in good physical condition, the temperature is very low at night, and you are prone to catching a cold. You can take the quilts to the bed."
You can't refuse a second time after you've already refused once!
He quickly rolled up his packed belongings and put them in the closet. Then he took out a thick quilt and placed it on the bed. On the two-meter-wide bed, another quilt had already been wrapped into a cylinder by Qiao Wanyue. He put his quilt on top, and there was still space on the bed.
It was very cold in winter. After taking off her clothes and washing up for a while, she felt like she was freezing to the bone. The room was dry and cold, and she missed the house in the countryside with a stove.
Brother Lu had suggested that they could heat a kang (a traditional heated bed), but since they didn't live in the county town often, heating a kang would be wasteful and they wouldn't have the time. It would be fine in the summer, but it would be too cold in the winter, so Qiao Wanyue decided to go to the countryside to live instead.
Winter is still too cold.
She scooped out some perfume, smeared it haphazardly on her face, and quickly darted into bed.
Lu Yunzhou also came in.
He placed the towel on the shelf by the door, next to Qiao Wanyue's pink towel.
"Should I turn off the lights?"
"close"
In the darkness, a figure walked to the bedside, took off his shoes, and lifted the quilt beside him. Qiao Wanyue lay flat on the bed, curled up to warm the quilt.
Suddenly, a warm hand brushed against the tip of her ear.
"Is it cold?" He lay down, his palms still feeling the chill from before.
She is not susceptible to cold; if she is exposed to even a little bit of cold, her whole body will turn ice-cold and it will take her a long time to recover.
"It'll be ready in a minute."
The man beside her lifted the covers and got up. Qiao Wanyue didn't know where he had gone. When he came back, her blankets were pulled back and a round thing was stuffed inside. When she touched it, she felt warmth under her and even the tips of her ears felt soft.
A hot water bottle wrapped in a towel.
Put it next to her ear.
One ear in each ear.
There was another blanket covering him.
"You didn't have a hot water bottle at home, so you went to buy one?"
Lu Yunzhou said, "There's an IV drip bag in the corner. I washed it, filled it with hot water, and wrapped it in a towel so it won't burn you."
She remembered that last year, Brother Lu collected a lot of IV drip bottles for Lu Hui and Panpan to play with, but the two little ones got tired of playing with them and threw them in the corner.
Are you still cold?
"It's not cold anymore."
Are you cold?
"It's not cold."
"Then go to sleep."
"good."
The bedtime conversation was simple.
She thought she wouldn't be able to sleep with someone sleeping next to her, but perhaps it was too warm, the darkness in front of her grew longer and longer, and the breathing sounds she heard sounded like the rhythm of falling asleep.
She was getting more and more sleepy.
Gradually, he lost consciousness.
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