That day, Mrs. Meng listened to the old doctor's words and immediately sent someone to inquire about the whereabouts of the thousand-year-old tiger bones, hoping to cure Meng Zhao's leg disease as soon as possible.

At night, at bedtime.

Qingying lay on the bed to warm Meng Zhao's bed. She was afraid that she would oversleep like last night, so every half a minute, she pinched her thigh with her fingernails to remind herself not to oversleep.

Qingying moved her hands and feet from time to time, and Meng Zhao could feel the movement.

But he didn't know what Qingying was doing, he only knew that she was not asleep yet, she was awake.

If Qingying was awake, Meng Zhao would not dare to kiss her secretly, nor would he dare to hold her in his arms.

Usually, Meng Zhao would take a nap every day. He slept enough and was full of energy during the day, so he would naturally go to bed later at night.

Today, Madam Meng brought a doctor to check his leg, which delayed his nap time.

Since breaking his leg, Meng Zhao has been lying in bed most of the time.

In order to recuperate, he has developed the habit of taking a nap every day. He didn't take a nap today, and he felt a little sleepy at this time.

Under normal circumstances, even if he didn't take a nap, he could wait until Qingying fell asleep.

But Qingying had been pinching her thigh secretly, forcing herself not to fall asleep.

Meng Zhao didn't know about Qingying's tricks in secret. He didn't insist on it deliberately. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. Unexpectedly, he couldn't outlast Qingying, and soon fell asleep.

Qingying noticed that the man next to him had stopped moving, and the breathing sound in his ears was even and steady.

This sign only occurs when a person is asleep.

She opened the quilt, got out of bed carefully, tucked in the corners of the quilt for Meng Zhao, then tiptoed to the couch and lay down.

Aoki had been dozing off just now. She was so sleepy that she only stayed awake by sheer willpower.

Now, as soon as she lay on the couch and closed her eyes, she immediately fell into a deep sleep.

The night was quiet and silent.

The two people on the bed and couch were fast asleep.

In the middle of the night, Meng Zhao reached out out of habit to touch, but surprisingly found nothing.

He frowned, opened his eyes and found that the quilt beside him was sunken, and Aoki was not there at all. He

turned his head and looked in the direction of the couch, only to see a bulge on the couch, with a petite person lying on it, sleeping soundly at the moment.

Meng Zhao couldn't help but feel angry, and the two sword-like brows on his forehead frowned even deeper.

This woman actually abandoned him and went to sleep on the couch alone!

Wasn't his big bed comfortable?

She would rather sleep on that short, cold and hard wooden couch than sleep on the spacious and comfortable big bed with him.

Meng Zhao was so angry that he opened the quilt to let the cold air of the night pour in.

After half a minute, when the bed next to him became cold, he called out: "Aoying... Aoying, get up, get up quickly."

Aoying was sleeping in a daze, and she seemed to hear someone calling her.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, slowly opened her eyelids, and looked around the dark room in confusion.

"Aoying... Aoying, come here quickly." Meng Zhao's call became more urgent.

Aoying finally realized that it was Meng Zhao who was calling her.

She thought something had happened to Meng Zhao, so she hurriedly got off the ground and ran to the bed.

"Young Master, what's wrong?" Aoying asked worriedly while standing in front of the bed.

Meng Zhao looked up at her, "The quilt is cold again, warm it up for me again."

"Cold? How could it be? I've already warmed it up before."

Aoying reached out to touch it in disbelief, and felt a chill. It was indeed colder.

She was very surprised. Shouldn't the quilt get warmer as you sleep? Why did Meng Zhao's quilt suddenly become cold in the middle of the night?

"Come up quickly, don't freeze me." Meng Zhao urged Aoying.

"Yes."

Qingying didn't dare to delay, and immediately raised her legs to get on the bed, opened the quilt, and lay down beside Meng Zhao.

Qingying was very sleepy at the moment, her brain was in a daze, and she didn't have the extra energy to think about why the quilt suddenly became cold.

As soon as she touched the pillow, she fell asleep again.

Meng Zhao was dissatisfied with her sleeping too deep and a little far away from him.

He said seriously: "I have suffered from cold body since I broke my leg. Late at night, my body will feel cold for no reason. It takes another quarter of an hour for you to warm up the quilt. It's too slow. You sleep closer now, next to me, let me stick to you, and my body will warm up soon."

Qingying, who was sleeping beside her, was drowsy. She heard Meng Zhao say that he was cold and asked her to come over to keep him warm.

She never doubted the truth of the man's words, and went over obediently, lying in Meng Zhao's arms, and hugged him with her little arms.

"Master, is this so?" Qingying rubbed Meng Zhao's thick chest and whispered in a coquettish voice.