The air seemed to freeze.
Han Wenwen even wondered if she had misheard, and asked again, "Little Qing Qing, what did you say?"
Little He Qing had only had that huge burst of courage for that one instant just now. If she had to say it a second time, she could not get it out.
Her face went bright red. She held it in again and again, stammering without managing to spit out another sentence, until she sat back down on the bed and wrapped herself in the quilt, bundled up like a rice dumpling with only her adorable head showing. Only then did she dare speak. "I said... I'm planning to go to Lin Zhengran this winter and con— I want to be with him..."
Han Wenwen blinked at her, leaned beside her, and asked curiously, "I still didn't hear you clearly. Say it again."
Little He Qing was so shy her head was practically smoking. She hid her whole head under the quilt too, and her voice became even more muffled. "I said I'm planning to go this winter and I want to be with... Wuwu, Wenwen, don't ask anymore. I can't say it. You clearly heard what I said."
It made Han Wenwen cover her mouth and laugh. She poked the quilt with her slender finger, and Little He Qing opened a crack to look at her.
Han Wenwen whispered, "Want to go in and chat for a bit?"
Little He Qing nodded, so the two best friends hid under the covers together, turning into one big rice dumpling that felt extremely secure.
Han Wenwen sat inside, her invisible fox tail swaying back and forth behind her as she stared at her bestie with great gossiping interest. "Why did Little Qing Qing suddenly get so brave? Are