What if you were targeted by a cool and aloof beauty?

The surreal scenes assaulted him from all sides, and he could no longer remain calm.

"Brother Anchen said that dating recklessly can land you in jail?" Upon hearing Zhang Zhidao's words, Mao Maotou grabbed Zhang Zhidong's hand and looked at his godfather for help.

"Hahahaha, talking nonsense can indeed land you in jail," Zhang Zhidong roared, his voice deafening.

In many heinous cases, the cause often stems from the love-hate relationship between men and women who do not adhere to moral principles.

"Luckily, I don't date." Mao Mao patted his chest in alarm.

Otherwise, he would have gone to jail.

He originally really wanted to date Jiuge and get married.

"So what kind of child will the savior An Chen and Ms. Jiu Ge have in the future? Will they have reproductive isolation?" Zhang Zhidao raised his head and asked a profound question.

"..." The knight remained silent.

This involves his blind spots in knowledge.

For no apparent reason, the knight felt a strange sense of unease creeping over him.

"Hahahahahaha!" As if he had heard something funny, Zhang Zhidong's laughter grew louder and louder.

The knight felt a headache coming on.

"I know, Uncle is talking about Xu Xiaoxian and Ning Xiaochen." Little Xiao flapped its wings and followed behind Zhang Zhidao, chattering away.

Zhang Zhidong is the father, so the father's younger brother is the uncle.

“…” Zhang Zhidao didn’t even turn around.

"Isn't that right, Uncle!" Little Xiao jumped onto Zhang Zhidao's shoulder in dissatisfaction and pecked his ear.

"what!"

The next second, Zhang Zhidao's scream rang out.

……

night.

After taking a shower, An Chen drank a large pot of "Love Water" that Jiu Ge had boiled.

He greeted Jiuge and went straight back to his room to lie down.

Can we sleep together tonight?

A moment later, Jiu Ge, wearing a nightgown and carrying a pillow, came in.

She looked at An Chen with a pleading expression, her eyes filled with hope.

"No way." An Chen refused immediately.

Doing intimate acts is fine, at most it just feels a little cold.

But sleeping is different; if you're not careful, you risk getting sick from the cold and developing a fever.

"Then I'll get you a few more quilts." Jiu Ge placed the pillows on An Chen's bed and turned to go back to her room.

A moment later, she threw the three thick blankets she was carrying over her head onto An Chen.

"They'll crush us. These three blankets weigh at least twenty pounds, and with mine, it'll be thirty pounds." An Chen moved his body closer to the bedside table.

He pushed two blankets to the bedside and glanced helplessly at Jiu Ge, who was standing next to him with an innocent look on her face.

"Then I'll use these two blankets, so I won't freeze to death." Jiuge plopped down on the edge of the bed and hugged the thick quilt at the foot of the bed tightly with both hands.

“You weren’t like this before,” An Chen retorted.

The previous Jiuge would never have taken the initiative to share a bed with him.

Being able to sleep in the same bed now is the result of his long-term efforts.

“I’ve always been like this, true to myself.” Jiu Ge clung to the blanket, lying on the bed, afraid that An Chen would kick her off.

"And I'm warmer than the blanket, so both of us can warm your bed." As she spoke, she glanced at the pillow she had picked up from the bedside table.

An Chen didn't return the pillow to her, which means there's still hope.

"Actually, I'm not cold. It's just that you think I am. I don't feel cold myself," An Chen explained after thinking for a moment.

He yawned, feeling himself getting sleepy.

"How could you not be cold?" Jiuge took out the thermometer from the small cabinet next to her and looked at it.

"Look, it's still in the twenties. If this continues, you'll freeze to death." She put the thermometer back and climbed onto An Chen's bed with a serious expression.

Touching An Chen's arm, Jiu Ge covered An Chen with the blanket again.

There's a kind of coldness called feeling that the other person is cold.

"Look at Zhang Zhidong, he's so hot but he doesn't even realize he's hot." An Chen looked at Jiu Ge, who was constantly adding more heat to herself, and couldn't help but laugh and cry.

“But I’m worried you’ll be cold.” Jiuge stopped what she was doing.

"I suspect you just want to sleep in the same bed with me more," An Chen said quietly.

"How did you know?" Jiuge asked in shock.

Did she just inadvertently reveal the truth?

An Chen fell silent.

"I only need a regular blanket. If you want to sleep with me, you can use these thick blankets yourself, and don't touch me unnecessarily, and especially don't hug me while I'm asleep, or you'll definitely get sick the next day." He sighed and patted the pillow next to him.

An Chen also wanted to sleep in the same bed with Jiu Ge, but the current situation was just too special.

“Okay!” Jiuge nodded without hesitation.

She happily gave An Chen a quick kiss on the cheek, then draped the three blankets she had brought over over herself.

With a "whoosh," Jiuge, tightly wrapped in a quilt, darted to An Chen's side and lay down on the pillow.

"But won't this be very heavy?" An Chen frowned.

He felt it would be better to let Jiuge go back to her own room.

Sleeping under such a thick blanket might not be very comfortable at night, and you might even experience sleep paralysis.

"It's not heavy!" Jiuge lay straight with her eyes closed.

“It must be very heavy…” An Chen said confidently.

"How about you..." he hesitated, wanting to offer his opinion.

"I already told you it's not heavy!" Jiuge pouted and punched the bed board.

She opened her eyes and snorted at An Chen.

Chapter 262 Menstrual Period (Seeking monthly votes and subscriptions)

the next day.

An Chen didn't wake up until eight o'clock.

It was still Sunday, and apart from the noon check-in and the evening meeting, he and Jiuge didn't have any classes.

"Jiuge?" An Chen opened his eyes and called out.

Jiuge did not react.

He turned his head to look and saw poor Jiuge still huddled under a quilt, shivering.

The other cotton mattresses had somehow fallen under the bed.

"Get up quickly." An Chen hurriedly got up and scooped up Jiu Ge, blanket and all.

“An…An…An…An Chen…Am I going to die?…” Jiu Ge trembled, her face pale.

The bed board and sheets were as cold as a coffin lid; it was the first time she had ever experienced what it felt like to be dead in a freezer.

"Are you stupid? If you're cold, you should just get up..." An Chen placed Jiu Ge and the blanket on the stool.

He sighed and quickly let go.

"When I regained consciousness, my body was already stiff and I couldn't move... I only woke up after you called my name... In my dream, I was catching penguins in the Arctic, and as I was catching them... a penguin kicked me into the icy water..." Jiuge gripped the cold blanket tightly, her body still trembling.

“Penguin…” An Chen’s mouth moved a few times.

I don't even know how to complain anymore.

He picked up the blanket from the ground and quickly wrapped Jiuge into a rice dumpling.

"Wait for me a moment."

After giving him some instructions, An Chen went downstairs.

He boiled a kettle of water and then put the ginger and brown sugar he had prepared in advance into the teacup.

When An Chen returned to the room with the cup and kettle, Jiu Ge's face had regained a little color.

He handed the brown sugar ginger water to Jiuge, who was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, and touched the bed board behind him.

Perhaps because I had lain on it all night, the bed was indeed unusually cold.

After a few days of adjustment, An Chen has gotten used to the situation.

Because he was so used to it, he inadvertently overlooked the actual temperature of the bed frame.

"It's best not to sleep with me for a while..." An Chen hesitated for a moment, still feeling that even three quilts wouldn't be enough.

Moreover, after Jiuge fell asleep, she was very restless and kicked two of the beds off the bed...

"..." Jiuge didn't say anything.

She gulped down the brown sugar ginger tea and then turned her head to the side.

"What's wrong? Are you still feeling unwell?" An Chen took out the thermometer and handed it to Jiu Ge.

"I'm not feeling unwell..." Jiuge pulled her hand away and tucked the thermometer under her armpit.

Then she wrapped herself up tightly again.

"And when did you buy the brown sugar ginger tea?" Jiu Ge twitched her toes, looking at An Chen with a slightly shy expression.

"What are you shy about?" An Chen didn't quite understand Jiu Ge's shyness.