Pu Yu hugged the quilt, her cheeks suddenly flushing crimson.
She didn't respond to his remark about having him wrapped around her finger. Instead, she buried her chin in the soft quilt, leaving only her clear, bright eyes showing as she looked at him and protested softly:
"...You were the one who wanted to leave first."
Yuan Su watched her reddened ears, and some of the gloom that had gathered in his eyes finally lifted.
"I'm not leaving."
He straightened, his tone helpless, with a touch of resigned affection:
"I'll sleep on the floor."
With that, he turned and found a thicker old mattress in the wardrobe, then spread it on the floor beside the bed. The floor was concrete, and though the room was heated, its cold hardness still gave off a penetrating chill.
"Give me the quilt," Yuan Su said.
Pu Yu didn't want him sleeping on the floor and tried to put up a fight.
"But..."
"No buts."
Yuan Su turned to look at Pu Yu. "Either I stay here with you, or I go sleep at the factory."
That worked perfectly. Pu Yu fell silent at once.
She could only obediently hand him the quilt she was holding.
Then she turned her back on him, looking utterly dejected.
"Go wash up." Yuan Su looked at her back with some amusement and said softly, "The water in the thermos was just boiled. Don't burn yourself."
"Okay, but you're not allowed to leave."
"I won't."
Only then did Pu Yu carry the pile of pink toiletries into the bathroom.
Once the door shut, she leaned against it, her heart racing.
The mirror reflected her slightly flushed cheeks, and the tip of her nose was red too.
Looking at the two toothbrushes standing side by side in the cup,