Qiao'er then had the servants bring in hot water again.
When Song Yanqing finished bathing and came out.
Xie Ruotong had already fallen asleep on the ground bedding below the bed.
Her body curled up into a ball.
With her eyes closed, she seemed sound asleep.
After bathing, Song Yanqing finally felt truly rejuvenated.
The feeling of drunkenness, indeed, was unpleasant.
He walked up to Xie Ruotong.
Looking at her fair cheeks.
For some reason, he always felt Xie Ruotong seemed very cold at this moment.
Perhaps, when he just touched her hand, that icy chill, still seemed to linger in his palm.
"Are you cold?" Song Yanqing suddenly couldn't help but ask.
Xie Ruotong opened her eyes.
She had been sleeping.
But she woke up again as soon as Song Yanqing approached her.
"Not really."
"It's very cold tonight." Song Yanqing said.
"Yeah, so you better get into bed quickly." Xie Ruotong urged.
"How about…" Song Yanqing said, "You take the bed."
