"Your throat feels uncomfortable? Doesn't it sound perfectly normal? Want me to heal you?"
Lin Yan was puzzled. There was clearly nothing wrong with Shui Yue'er's voice, so why did she insist on putting on this act?
Shui Yue'er had no way to argue back. In the end, she simply gave up trying to explain and threw caution to the wind.
"Oh, whatever! I'm just not talking anymore!"
As her words fell, the rustle of fabric sounded in the pitch-black room, as though the girl had already pulled the covers over herself.
Seeing this, Lin Yan stopped dwelling on it.
Whatever. She had probably prepared some surprise for him. Surely Shui Yue'er couldn't have planted a bomb under the covers.
Lin Yan shook his head, took off his pajamas, climbed onto the bed, and slipped under the covers with practiced ease.
The moment he pulled the covers over himself, his skin met an unusually icy sensation, making him shiver.
"Why are you so cold today? You're not actually sick, are you?"
As expected, the girl said nothing more. The room was so quiet he could have heard a pin drop, and Lin Yan could even hear nervous breathing beside his ear.
"Fine, stay quiet if you want. I'll have plenty of ways to make you open your mouth later."
As he spoke, Lin Yan reached to his side and touched cool, soft fabric.
Yet Lin Yan froze. The familiar yet unfamiliar sensation immediately alerted him that something was wrong.
"That's not right!"
"That's not right! This doesn't feel right! Why would Shui Yue'er wear such thick pajamas?"
Lin Yan was stunned!
Was this the surprise Shui Yue'er had prepared for him? Surely not? How could someone change so much in a single day?
"Could it be..."
"What I'm holding isn't