As the saying goes, a golden nest and a silver nest are no match for one's own dog kennel.
Although Cui Xiaoying's kang bed was warm, it still wasn't as comforting as the earthen kang in the air-raid shelter.
Li Mumu didn't usually fuss about where she slept, but she wasn't comfortable sharing a bed with someone she barely knew, even if it was someone of the same sex.
Now, that she was sleeping alone, it felt much more comfortable, even if the conditions were modest, she could bear it.
She had just had a very absurd dream where she was running wildly in the ice and snow like a silly roe deer.
In a daze, it seemed like she heard someone come in.
She barely made out the figure to be Wang Yunxiao.
She really wanted to be vigilant, but she was too lethargic to listen clearly to what he was saying. In the end, she just grunted, signaling that she was still breathing and hadn't succumbed to carbon monoxide poisoning.
"I mean... never mind."
