Dong Huiying saw that he had been outside in the cold for too long before, the color of his hands and face still hadn’t come back. She pulled over another blanket and covered him with it. "It’s warmer here near the kang." He hesitated slightly, "May I?" Clearly looking forward to it, really wanting to come over, yet very cautious. Dong Huiying felt a bit funny inside, perhaps, she had never truly understood him. Many times, what she saw was only the surface, not the reality. "Come on, let’s chat, and when we get sleepy, we’ll sleep, how about that?" His face broke into a big, silly grin. He was used to being rejected. When he was little, he wanted his mother to hold him, she ignored him, he wanted his mother to hold his hand, she disdainfully shook him off. Actually, there were many more incidents . He cherished her, so he was also careful, not wanting to make her angry again, wanting to make her happy, but there was only so much he could do. All he could do was keep her company and talk. This way, the atmosphere actually became quite warm. The kerosene in the lamp ran out, suddenly plunging the room into darkness, and only then did they realize that the moon was high in the sky. Liang Yuening fumbled in the dark to climb down from the kang and poured a cup of water. He thought, the Family Head just talked so much, she must be thirsty, right? But when he came back, he saw the Family Head was already asleep. Clutching the water cup, he felt a little downhearted, yet he placed the cup to one side and carefully crawled next to her. He wanted to touch her. She wouldn’t get angry, would she? She probably wouldn’t? Feeling bold, he lightly touched her hand, then quickly withdrew. Afterwards, he sneakily stretched out his hand again, caressing her arm, quite presumptuous. So, bit by bit, he got closer and closer to her until they were almost sticking together, her back to him, she was so small, and he could easily fit her in his arms. The two lay under the same blanket, and he had forgotten when he had slipped in. But he gently held her, embracing this person, smiling like a child. She, however, was not asleep, sighing softly with a complex expression before closing her eyes again. On the next day, dawn broke. Laying on her back looking at the wooden beams of the room, she took a laborious breath, then turned her head with a black face to the man sleeping beside her. He clung to her like an octopus, with two arms tightly wrapped around her, and his two long legs entangled with hers. Like a flesh lock, locking her in place, making her unable to move. She groaned, "Liang Yuening..." Could you loosen up a bit? But he snored lightly, sleeping so soundly, not aware if he were having a sweet dream, his brows and eyes curved, smiling. It seemed she had to fend for herself. So she gently broke free from him, and pushed his long legs away, noticing that the blanket that had been covering them had long been kicked away by him. She pressed her temples, her expression resigned. Then she crawled over to pull the blanket over him, seeing that he seemed to frown slightly, perhaps because the person who had been in his arms was gone, so even in sleep, he became restless? Gently tracing his brows. What a pitiful child. She thought to herself. Then she stuffed her pillow into his arms. Before long, he was sleeping soundly again. Dong Huiying put on her shoes and walked out. After leaving the house, she stretched lazily and breathed in the fresh air. Then she stepped into the kitchen, her gaze sweeping over the ingredients piled in the corner. In her mind, she thought, Perhaps, she should... treat them a little better, even better!