After turning out the lights, both of them lay slightly stiffly on the bed, separated by a "Chu River and Han Boundary".
"Xiaoxiao, good night."
"Good night."
After a while, "Xiaoxiao, can I hold your hand?"
"Okay."
The thin quilt didn't make any sound, and a big warm hand slowly covered her slender little hand.
"Xiaoxiao, good night."
"Good night."
After a few more minutes, he said, "Relax your hand, it's too tight."
"Ah? Okay."
Ji Xiao gently pulled out her small hand from his suddenly loosened palm, and interlocked her fingers with his, holding it softly.
"Gu Qingyuan, go to sleep."
"Okay."
Intention: The mutual warmth between him and her