Song Tingfan was stunned for a moment, pressed his lips tightly, and quickly got out of bed to take a quilt from the cabinet.
Lin Qiao secretly glanced at him, seeing no sign of him getting angry, she let out a sigh of relief, then took a pillow and went to sleep on the other side.
Ahem, she was still a bit intimidated by him.
Okay, it's not just a bit, she was very intimidated by him.
Song Tingfan pressed his lips, forcing himself not to bother with her.
The room returned to silence, and it was unclear how much time passed before they both fell asleep.
Next morning, it started raining outside, and the noise woke Lin Qiao. She struggled to sit up and lifted the curtain to check outside; it was all gray, indicating it was still early.
She was just about to lie back down when she suddenly caught sight of something, froze for a moment, and then remembered that the antagonist had returned last night.
