Jiang Xiaoxiao leaned against Song Moting, the two of them covered with three quilts.
Song Moting had no change of clothes, so he could only rely on the quilts for warmth.
It was truly warm beside him.
Jiang Xiaoxiao closed her eyes; she needed to rest for a moment. The series of actions earlier still left her feeling dizzy.
Resting in the crook of his shoulder, the warm breath made her own breathing feel warm too.
But she didn't have much time; she had to make this little shelter airtight before it got darker. Otherwise, by night, the temperature would drop drastically.
After this snowstorm, they might freeze to death.
People didn't even know they were in trouble. It wouldn't be until the next day when the tractor driver didn't return that the production team leader would inquire.
After all, the tractor was a luxury asset of the farm.
That's when they'd discover they were missing and start a rescue.
Jiang Xiaoxiao thought despairingly, this timeline would probably be long.
