Chen Xiangtai smiled and reached out, poking his cheek, and the grinding of his teeth immediately ceased.
Her lips pursed in a cheery smile, she squatted down to watch him for a long while, until her legs numb with the crouch, then she stood up slowly, only wearing a bathrobe, feeling a bit chilly on her legs.
The heater was on in the room, yet it was still somewhat cold. She touched his hand, ice-cold, and thought that his cold hadn't improved and that the blanket was a bit too thin.
"Xinglan."
She leaned in close, "Xinglan."
"Lu Xinglan."
He opened his eyes, groggy, "Hmm?"
She coaxed him, her voice soft and gentle, "It's too cold, go sleep on the bed."
He had fallen asleep halfway through, half-dreaming, half-awake, a little slow on the uptake, appearing particularly docile and obedient, and climbed up by himself, "Oh, okay."
