After drying Mo Qian's hair, Ji Wei clung to his arm playfully and said, "It's so late. Let's go to bed."
"Okay, I'll sleep on the couch tonight," Mo Qian replied. Xia Duoduo was in the next room, so he inevitably had his concerns.
Ji Wei could easily guess what he was thinking. She opened her arms and hugged him tightly. "I'm pregnant now. Even if we sleep together, it's just sharing a blanket and chatting. As pure as it gets."
Mo Qian: "..."
"Besides, feel my feet. They're so cold—can you really bear not to warm them up for me?"
Ji Wei's bare foot peeked out from under the covers, her small toes teasingly wiggling in Mo Qian's direction.
Hearing her mention cold feet, Mo Qian immediately grasped her feet with his large hands in concern. Looking up, he asked in surprise, "Why are your feet so cold?"
Ji Wei had been lying in bed the whole time.
