It was around eleven at night.
I brought Lu Xiaobei back to the apartment. The living room lights were off, and Lin Qingying seemed to have already returned to her room.
"Ding Han."
Lu Xiaobei trembled all over, her voice choked with tears. "I'm cold..."
"Go take a hot shower first."
I placed her clothes outside the bathroom door. "Hurry up. Make the water hotter."
Lu Xiaobei went to take a shower.
Meanwhile, I felt a little lost. There were now two women living in this house.
Not long after, Lu Xiaobei finished showering. She changed into her pajamas and put a down jacket over them. "Where am I sleeping?"
"In my room."
I took a quilt from the cabinet. "I'll make do on the living room sofa tonight. Don't argue. Get in there. The typhoon will be gone tomorrow, and I need to get up early to find craftsmen to repair your attic, as well as deal with the internet cafe's lightbox and other trivial matters."
"Okay..."
Lu Xiaobei obediently went into the room and slept in my bed.
I hugged my only blanket and shivered on the sofa. It was a thin air-conditioning blanket.
After turning off the lights, I gradually fell asleep.
I had no idea how long had passed when I heard movement beside me. Then, the living room light came on.
Lin Qingying glanced at me indifferently, then at my bedroom door. She said nothing and merely went to the bathroom to pee...
I continued shivering, trembling nonstop on the sofa, almost resonating with the wind and rain outside.
I soon fell asleep again. This time, I felt very warm.
In the morning, the alarm clock rang.
There was unexpectedly another blanket covering me. It wasn't mine, which meant there was only one possibility: