Su Qiao said bluntly, "I'm not cold either. Go to sleep. We'll go into the woods tomorrow and hunt down a few wild boars before the heavy rain arrives."
She decided to bring Uncle Ya along tomorrow as well.
That way, Zhao Jingting wouldn't have to carry the wild boars.
"..." Zhao Jingting really wanted to slap himself.
Why had he said he wasn't cold? He should have said he was freezing, unbearably cold.
Was it too late to change his mind?
"I... I..."
Zhao Jingting had been "I..."-ing for quite some time, but nothing came out after that.
Su Qiao assumed he was cold but was too embarrassed to say so. She spoke decisively, "If you're cold, hug me and sleep for now. I'm healthy and have a high body temperature. In a few days, we'll go outside and get several quilts."
Zhao Jingting froze for a moment, then quickly turned around and deftly pulled her into his arms. He covered them both with padded jackets and closed his eyes.
The whole sequence of movements flowed almost seamlessly, leaving even Su Qiao stunned.
Hahaha, how can you be so silly? He wanted to hug you and sleep from the very beginning. He was just looking for an excuse, but you refused to give him an opening, leaving him to suffer in silence for so long.
Su Qiao: "..."
What are you laughing at?
Who the hell knew he wanted to hug me and sleep?
She had thought he was genuinely cold. After all, the weather was getting colder and colder, especially at night in the mountains, when the wind blew in through every tiny gap in the thatched hut.
*
The next day, the camp held a meeting to discuss the current situation and the shortage of supplies for