Creak.
The bedroom door opened.
Footsteps came from the living room, gradually drawing closer.
Dong Xuebin had his back to that side and couldn't see anyone. He could only hear a pair of slippers near his ears—slap, slap—as they walked past.
The bathroom was over there.
The old lady had indeed gone to the bathroom.
Only after the bathroom door closed did Dong Xuebin dare open his eyes and lightly wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. Jiang Fangfang, right in front of him, had also opened her bright eyes, and their gazes immediately met. Jiang Fangfang's expression was calm, unchanged, while Dong Xuebin couldn't take it and quickly looked away. He hurriedly shifted back again. He had climbed under the covers too hastily just now, and both his legs had gotten tangled with Sister Jiang's thighs. He quickly pulled his legs back, freeing his feet from Sister Jiang's soft thermal pants. As he withdrew them, his other foot accidentally brushed against a patch of flesh. It wasn't fabric—it was clearly Jiang Fangfang's beautiful foot exposed beyond her thermal pants. Sister Jiang didn't seem to react, but Dong Xuebin's toes twitched instinctively.
So smooth.
And a little cool.
Dong Xuebin savored the feel of Sister Jiang's foot for a moment as he continued retreating.
"Don't move back anymore."
"...Huh?"
"The blanket isn't that big."
"Oh, then I'll move closer."
Dong Xuebin had moved back mainly because he was afraid Jiang Fangfang would mind. As a grown man, he wasn't the one at a disadvantage. Since Sister Jiang had said so, getting closer was fine. He couldn't have wanted it more. So he shifted his butt and moved a little nearer to Sister Jiang. His exposed back and butt were once again wrapped in the warmth of Sister Jiang's covers. The