After Bai Xiaolian finished cooking porridge, she made a small dish and brought it out from the kitchen. When she placed it on the dining table, she saw Quan Zehao hugging a pillow and sleeping in a rather messy state.
She pursed her lips, fetched a thin quilt from her room and gently draped it over Quan Zehao. As she was about to leave, he grabbed her wrist, looking at her sharply, "What are you doing?"
Bai Xiaolian felt helpless at seeing Quan Zehao's wary attitude, "Eh, I was just... I thought you might catch a cold, so I covered you with a quilt."
She winced a little because Quan Zehao was gripping her wrist too tightly, "It hurts, let me go first."
"If I let you go, will you avoid me?"
Quan Zehao was clearly still drunk and behaving like a spoiled child.
"No, this is my home, you are already here, where can I hide?"
Bai Xiaolian tried to remove Quan Zehao's hand, but he tightened his grip, "I don't care."
"But I need to eat the porridge, I'm hungry."