It was pitch black, and neither of them could see the other's expression. After lying down quietly, Ji Zhuo slowly moved further away from the bed, making room for him.
Ji Zhuo couldn't help but feel a little nervous, worried that his injury would affect his performance.
Ji Zhuo waited quietly on the bed for a long time, but Lin Xihe did not come to bed as he expected. Instead, she was rustling and stirring something in the darkness at the foot of the bed.
Before long, Ji Zhuo finally saw her movements clearly in the dim light. It turned out that she was putting on another set of clothes.
"What are you doing?" Ji Zhuo couldn't help but ask, his voice tinged with doubt.
"Get dressed," Lin Xihe replied casually, her hands still moving.
"Why are you wearing clothes?" Ji Zhuo silently added in his mind: Hurry up and come up.
"Why do you want to wear clothes?" Lin Xihe replied irritably, as if she thought his question was too stupid.
Hearing this tone, Ji Zhuo suddenly realized that he was probably overthinking things, and that the other person might not have had that kind of intention at all.
A sense of disappointment welled up in his heart. He wondered to himself, if he really had ulterior motives, would he change his mind just because she was wearing a few more or fewer clothes?
By this time, Lin Xihe had already dressed. She then groped in the dark to move the four-legged stool from the table to the bedside, and then sat down at the foot of the bed.
She only had two sets of autumn clothes, and she layered her summer shirts on top of them, but even so, she still felt as if she were in an ice cellar, chilled to the bone, and shivered.
"Lin Xihe, what are you doing?"
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