As soon as she opened her eyes, Zheng Baozhu lost all desire to sleep.
When did she run into Song Zhiting's bed?
Moving quietly to the bedside, Zheng Baozhu saw the quilt on the floor and slapped his forehead.
The habit of kicking the quilt is really bad.
If Song Zhiting found out, wouldn't he think I was taking advantage of him?
Zheng Baozhu quickly put on her clothes and went out. Song Zhiting on the bed opened his eyes.
He woke up early and was worried that the noise of his getting up would wake up Zheng Baozhu. Both of them were embarrassed, so they just pretended to be asleep.
That night, Song Zhiting took a rope into the house.
Zheng Baozhu asked, "What are you doing with the rope?"
Song Zhiting said: "If you tie up the quilt, you won't kick it. Do you want to try it?"
Thinking of what happened in the morning, Zheng Baozhu's face darkened: "Try it yourself."
Song Zhiting really tied up his quilt.
At night, Zheng Baozhu kicked the quilt as usual, and pulled Song Zhiting's quilt when she was cold.
Song Zhiting woke up and found the quilt was tied up. Zheng Baozhu couldn't pull the quilt up, so she got out of bed, picked up the quilt that had fallen on the ground, and continued to sleep.
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It was still dark when Song Zhiting was awakened by the heat.
I was wrapped tightly in a blanket, with another quilt on top. Under the quilt, there was an octopus hugging me tightly.
Song Zhiting couldn't get up by himself, so he had to wake up Zheng Baozhu.
Zheng Baozhu was woken up and felt embarrassed for her behavior. She said, "I was worried that you would be cold at night, so I covered you with more clothes."
Song Zhiting smiled, reached out his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
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