Haha, it's really easy to think wrong~~
When I was living in school, I often bullied the person in the bed next to me to help me warm my bed in the winter. It was actually okay. She just wanted to play with my mobile phone and it happened to be charging on the bed. Then she could only help me warm my bed and then chase her away when I wanted to sleep. Haha~~~It's very bad~
Warming the bed seems very ambiguous. After reading your article, I feel the same way.
Since the place where I am is not going to go below zero, the lowest temperature is five degrees above zero, so I have never had the feeling of being cold when I touch myself as mentioned at the beginning of the article.
When I was studying, the little girl on the lower bunk came from the northeast. When the electricity in the dormitory was out, the temperature of the electric blanket would drop little by little. She was like a doll that does not produce heat, and the temperature of her body would drop little by little. . She would open her bright eyes and say in a soft monotone, "Come on, let's blow the cow~" After graduation. . . The sisters in the same dormitory went their separate ways, and that feeling no longer existed. .
I remember when I rented a house without heating and the house was on a shady floor, it was called cold and damp!!
After returning home in the evening, I plug in the electric blanket. After dinner, I run to the supermarket with my friends who live together to use the air conditioner. When 10 o'clock comes, I go home, quickly brush my teeth, wash my face and get into bed~~~~~\\(^o^)/~
Xiaocha's essay is very touching!
Haha, I still know the extraordinary meaning of this word from novels. It can be seen that novels are really encyclopedias of life!
Haha, that's very interesting.
I still remember that in the winter in college, my classmates and I squeezed into the same bed to keep each other warm.
But now I have become indifferent and unable to keep warm with others
I have to lament the cruelty of time
What an interesting beginning, I look forward to what follows
Haha, it's really easy to think wrong~~ When I was living in school, I often bullied the person in the bed next to me to help me warm my bed in the winter. It was actually okay. She just wanted to play with my mobile phone and it happened to be charging on the bed. Then she could only help me warm my bed and then chase her away when I wanted to sleep. Haha~~~It's very bad~
Warming the bed seems very ambiguous. After reading your article, I feel the same way. Since the place where I am is not going to go below zero, the lowest temperature is five degrees above zero, so I have never had the feeling of being cold when I touch myself as mentioned at the beginning of the article. When I was studying, the little girl on the lower bunk came from the northeast. When the electricity in the dormitory was out, the temperature of the electric blanket would drop little by little. She was like a doll that does not produce heat, and the temperature of her body would drop little by little. . She would open her bright eyes and say in a soft monotone, "Come on, let's blow the cow~" After graduation. . . The sisters in the same dormitory went their separate ways, and that feeling no longer existed. .
I remember when I rented a house without heating and the house was on a shady floor, it was called cold and damp!! After returning home in the evening, I plug in the electric blanket. After dinner, I run to the supermarket with my friends who live together to use the air conditioner. When 10 o'clock comes, I go home, quickly brush my teeth, wash my face and get into bed~~~~~\\(^o^)/~
Xiaocha's essay is very touching!
Haha, I still know the extraordinary meaning of this word from novels. It can be seen that novels are really encyclopedias of life!
Haha, that's very interesting. I still remember that in the winter in college, my classmates and I squeezed into the same bed to keep each other warm. But now I have become indifferent and unable to keep warm with others I have to lament the cruelty of time
What an interesting beginning, I look forward to what follows