It was the dead of winter, and the house had been unoccupied for a long time, so one could only imagine how damp and cold it was.
Even though they had used a brazier to warm the room in the preceding days and opened the windows to air it out when the sun was strong, the room was still cold.
With a person's-width of space between them, the cold air snuck in, making one shiver uncontrollably.
A warm body pressed against her from behind, closing the gap between them completely. Someone seemed to tuck the cotton quilt tighter around her neck, driving the chill away. The space under the covers instantly grew warm.
Chen Wanqing didn't ask why Zhao Jing had moved closer, nor did she question why he was tucking her in.
It was the first time in her life she had slept under the same covers with a man. Even though they had already been sharing a bed for many days, sharing a bed and sharing a quilt were two very different things.
