Suddenly, a touch of self-mockery appeared on Wang Dadong's face.
Thorn isn't his woman, why should she care?
"Why don't you come up to the bed to sleep, it's cold on the floor..." Just when Wang Dadong was feeling a bit down, Thorn's voice sounded, very softly, like a mosquito's buzz. If it weren't for Wang Dadong's exceptional hearing, he might not have heard it.
For a moment, it was hard to believe that Thorn actually invited him to sleep on the bed.
At this moment, Wang Dadong naturally wouldn't be pretentious.
Immediately, he got up and lay down on the bed as well.
However, he didn't cover himself with the quilt.
After all, being allowed on the bed by Thorn was already pretty good; he didn't dare to hope to share the same quilt with her.
Yet, half a minute later, Thorn quietly passed the quilt over.
Finally, the two of them were under the same covers.
