She escaped the warmth of the covers.
If one had to describe it, Jiangg Yao's body had gone as limp as a pile of soft noodles, sliding down naturally under the force of inertia. This was, of course, absolutely! not! on! purpose!
Bit by bit, half of Jiangg Yao's body was hanging off the bed. She swallowed nervously, then closed her eyes as if she had finally made up her mind.
She pushed off slightly with one side of her body.
"Oof—"
She tumbled to the floor next to Chen Yuan's bed, letting out a very theatrical cry of pain. Her brow furrowed, making it seem as if she really had just been dazed with sleep when she fell.
"So cold... the floor is freezing..." Jiangg Yao mumbled, hugging her arms and biting her lip, pretending to shiver.
