Ducking into the man's warm embrace, Jia Xuan soaked in the comfort and sense of safety he gave her, yet still threatened him in a plaintive tone, "Bro, I've decided we're going to have a cold war for a while."
Lingtuo patted her on the back and couldn't help laughing. With her clinging to him this affectionately, he really didn't know how "cold" this so‑called cold war was supposed to be. "How long is this cold war going to last?"
Jia Xuan grabbed the front of his shirt, pouted, and said, "Indefinitely. It might be a day, it might be a week, it might be a month. If you don't behave, it could be a year, or even longer."
In the dark, Lingtuo's eyes crinkled as he laughed. "That ruthless?"
Jia Xuan gave a proud little snort. "Don't talk to me anymore, I've already started the cold war."
Lingtuo hooked his lips. "Okay, go to sleep."
Jia Xuan pouted again, burrowed a little deeper into the man's arms, then closed her eyes.
