When the covers beside her were lifted, Chen Wanqing instinctively scooted further in.
It didn't seem that long ago that she started sharing a blanket with Zhao Jing, but she'd already developed muscle memory for it. She had even grown used to the scent of paper and ink on him, and her heart no longer pounded in alarm when he drew near.
"Big Sis, I'm turning off the lamp."
"Okay."
The room was quickly plunged into darkness.
The moon was hidden by dark clouds tonight. After the lamp was extinguished, the room was so pitch-black you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
The absolute darkness seemed to heighten her other senses. Chen Wanqing could now hear Zhao Jing's breathing right beside her, and even the THUMP-THUMP of his heart.
"Big Sis, are you still cold?"
"I'm not cold anymore. It's spring now, so it's a little warmer than before."
"But I'm still cold... Big Sis, come a little closer."
"Can't you move closer?"
"I suppose I could do that."
