That night, when Pei Yiting returned to the room, he spontaneously tidied up the bedding on the floor.
Then, under Xia Yueqing's surprised gaze, he casually lifted the quilt on the bed and lay down.
Xia Yueqing "..."
As if aware of her full skepticism and anger, Pei Yiting took the initiative to clarify things for Xia Yueqing. "Since we aren't divorcing anymore, shouldn't you let me stop sleeping on the floor? It's a bit cold this weather."
Cold?
Why didn't he complain about the cold before? Why the sudden weakness tonight?
"Though I'm still young, you have to consider your husband's health. Frequently sleeping on the floor can easily cause rheumatism when one gets old."
Xia Yueqing's eyes stared at the ceiling above, and it took quite a while for them to move.
"Xia Yueqing, are you listening?" Pei Yiting leaned slightly over.
Her whole body immediately tensed up, turning to look at him cautiously: "Heard you. You can sleep on the bed, but with your own quilt."
