Rong Mochen looked at her plain face, his eyes deepening, "You asked me to get the blankets just so I could use them to sleep?"
"What else?" Jin Jumo blinked. "The sofa in the ward is quite hard, and I'm afraid you won't sleep well, so it's better to lay something on it. Plus, you gave me your coat, and if I give it back to you, you'll definitely say I'm being fussy, so I might as well take two blankets, one to lay on and one to cover. But the sofa is still a bit short, you're so tall, you might have to curl up a bit uncomfortably."
Jin Jumo glanced at the air conditioner's temperature. "I've already turned it to the maximum, so it shouldn't be cold when you sleep."
Looking at Jin Jumo's serious little face and hearing her slightly long-winded chatter, Rong Mochen's cold gaze gradually softened bit by bit.
Staring quietly at Jin Jumo, Rong Mochen slightly curled his lips, murmuring, "What a nagging little old lady!"
