Hello Classmate, My Quilt

A quilt that has been exposed to the sun has a special healing temperature, as warm as the aroma of a nap quilt when I was a child. She couldn't help but bury her entire face into the softness and took a deep breath. "Wow... It smells so good... Just like the smell when mom is drying quilts on the rooftop..." When she was immersed in the warmth and the feeling of cold and stuffy nose, she could barely smell a little bit of smell—— "Hello, classmate." Suddenly a deep and clear voice came from behind, as if he was trying to suppress his laughter. Su Yixia's whole body froze, her face still buried in the quilt, and her movements seemed to be petrified. The voice sounded again, this time with a helpless reminder: "Hello, classmate, my quilt..."