After a long time, his hand on her waist tightened slightly, his voice slightly hoarse: "Little Gua, take it out."
Yun Qiluo shook her head firmly, resolute: "No."
He repeated: "Take it out."
With those words, he reached out intending to pull her small hand out.
But Yun Qiluo immediately became unhappy: "What's wrong with letting me cover it for a bit," she frowned, looking disdainful, "Beautiful woman, you're so petty!"
"Little Gua."
The young girl gave a soft hum and turned her head to the side: "I can't hear you."
Her hand stayed inside his clothes, refusing to come out.
After a few seconds of stalemate, Yan Yan's eyes showed a touch of helplessness, and he finally sighed lightly.
Forget it, he really lost to her.
He reached out and pulled the quilt over them, covering them more tightly, then continued to hold her.
Thinking about it, he was still uneasy and reminded her: "Don't move around, okay?"
Yun Qiluo reluctantly: "Fine, I know."
