6:30 in the morning.
Ruan Xingwen felt like his quilt weighed a thousand pounds.
He struggled to open his eyes and saw Andy sprawled out in a starfish position, his arm pressing down on his stomach.
Ruan Xingwen helplessly removed Andy's hand and nestled back under the quilt.
The weather was getting cooler, but he didn't want to turn on the air conditioner. He preferred to snuggle under the quilt, feeling warm.
Ruan Xingwen closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep again. But after dozing for a while, he woke up and couldn't fall back asleep.
He had no choice but to get up, leaving Andy alone in the warm, large quilt.
It was already October 25th, and winter was approaching.
The piping in the old house was aging, and although it had been renovated, the heating was still not good.
As soon as Ruan Xingwen got out of bed, a chill hit his face, making him shiver.
He quickly dressed in his home clothes and went to the bathroom to wash up.
