It had entered the twelfth lunar month; the weather was frigid, especially at night, with a layer of ice formed outside.
He Nan’s eyes flashed, and he didn’t refuse, but instead of getting directly into bed, he took a set of clean clothes from the cabinet.
"I’m going to take a shower."
He had a change of clothes here too, but he rarely stayed here.
Even though it wasn’t the first time they were chatting under the covers, Shen Mianmian still felt somewhat embarrassed and blushed as she shrank further into the bedding.
It wasn’t long before He Nan finished his shower and came back; he got directly into bed and scooped Shen Mianmian into his arms.
Shen Mianmian felt particularly at peace and drifted off to sleep unwittingly, while He Nan gently caressed her cheek with his thumb and gradually closed his eyes to sleep.
The next day, Yang Xiaoxi came out of her room, stretched lazily like usual but stopped halfway through.
She looked surprised at He Nan, who was sitting on the stone bench, "Big Brother He, when did you get here? So early?"
Before He Nan could reply, Shen Mianmian casually added, "Hurry up, wash up and eat; it’s almost getting cold."
Hearing this, Yang Xiaoxi didn’t think much, and quickly freshened up.
Having slept through the night, she was indeed hungry. Shortly, she had eaten two pancakes and drunk a bowl of porridge. Having eaten nearly enough, she couldn’t help bringing up Old Master He.
"Big Brother He, Grandpa He can really put on an act. Back then, wearing tatters, claiming he hadn’t eaten or drunk anything, even talking about an unfilial grandson, Mianmian and I thought it was all true. We didn’t expect that no one was richer than your family. It’s good that Mianmian is kind, otherwise, Grandpa He would surely oppose your relationship," she said.
"If he comes again to deceive for food and drink, you don’t need to bother with him," He Nan said calmly.
Yang Xiaoxi took his words seriously and hastily replied, "That can’t be, now that we know he’s your grandpa, we have to serve him even better." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱
Seeing her serious expression, Shen Mianmian laughed, "Just kidding, you took it seriously."
Yang Xiaoxi’s mouth twitched, "Big Brother He, how come you’ve learned to joke now?"
After chatting for a while, Yang Xiaoxi brought up the winter vacation, "Mianmian, it’s almost holiday time; are you going to come back to Licheng with me for the New Year?"
In Licheng, aside from the Li Family, Shen Mianmian didn’t have any relatives. It didn’t matter much whether she went back or not, but she still had a vegetable shop there, which is why Yang Xiaoxi asked her.
Hearing this, He Nan also looked towards Shen Mianmian.
After thinking it over, Shen Mianmian said, "I want to go back and have a look."
It was her first time leaving Licheng for so long, and honestly, even though most of her memories there were not happy, it was the place where she grew up and where she met He Nan; she still wanted to go back for a visit.
Upon hearing this, He Nan said, "After your holiday starts, I’ll accompany you back for a stay, and then we’ll return to Beijing for the New Year."
Shen Mianmian nodded in agreement.
Hearing their decision, Yang Xiaoxi was exceptionally happy, "That’s great, this way I can go back with you instead of taking the train alone."
Before either of them could speak, she continued, "Mianmian, I think the biggest mistake I made was bullying you when you first entered No. 3 Middle School, and the best decision was becoming close friends with you after Lu Siyuan’s incident. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t know how to survive alone in Beijing."
Shen Mianmian laughed at her sudden sentimentality, "Alright, don’t get sentimental, let’s eat, it’s getting cold."