Dudu looked around and his gaze fell on the light gray carpet beside the bed. It looked quite comfortable and fluffy, and even the carpet in his room was clean.
So, he stood up, dragged the carpet to the door, and put it in front of the doorway.
Shen Yiran heard the commotion behind him and glanced over. He saw her hobble back to the bedside, hugging a small blanket and his pillow, then lie down on the carpet by the door.
With a wound on her buttocks, she didn't dare to lie flat, so she lay on her side with the injured side slightly up. The blanket covered her upper body, and her legs were faintly visible under the shirt. How could he not feel something? But he dared not be reckless with her.
The carpet kept it from being too cold, and since the weather wasn't cold, he didn't pay her any mind.
His fingers were tapping on the keyboard, but his hearing was occasionally tuned to the movements behind him.
