With a glance, she saw the open window above at an angle, the cold wind rushing in from outside, even making the window creak.
Just as she was about to turn over, Flossie Wright glanced down and saw the figure on the ground bed below, illuminated in the moonlight from outside.
Glenn Hutchinson lay on his side facing her, not asleep, meeting her gaze with his deep eyes, their sights crossing briefly in the dark night, unexpectedly without any communication.
After a while, Flossie Wright, almost beyond her control, opened her mouth, "Cold?"
"Cold."
Glenn Hutchinson responded with one word, firmly.
Truly—
Shameless.
Coming back to her senses, Flossie Wright silently looked down on him.
Then, she shifted toward the wall, coldly tossing out two words, "Get up here."
After speaking, she turned over, facing the wall.
Almost the next moment, she felt the bed dip, and Glenn Hutchinson, along with the quilt, got onto the bed.
