My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 79 Tonight, I want to sleep with A-He.
night.

The winter wind quickened the pace of pedestrians, who huddled under down jackets or windbreakers, unwilling to stop and endure the damp, bone-chilling cold.

Zhou Heming and Cheng Shuangjiang walked home, their steps heavy due to the low temperature.

The girl wore the light blue scarf that Lu Bai had given her, and her ponytail was covered with a hat of the same color, but she wasn't wearing gloves.

Why aren't you wearing gloves?

After getting off the bus, Zhou Heming looked at Cheng Shuangjiang, who was wrapped up tightly, and asked curiously.

"Because this hand is for holding the phone, and this hand is for holding Ah He's hand~"

The girl answered matter-of-factly.

A gust of wind blew by, making both of them shiver.

"Let's leave it at that."

As Zhou Heming spoke, he slipped his hand, which was clasped with the girl's, into the pocket of his thick coat.

"Ah He is so clever, and so warm~"

Cheng Shuangjiang took this opportunity to get closer, and under the dim streetlights, their shadows merged into one.

"Want some cake?"

Seeing that the shop where college students worked was still open, Zhou Heming asked.

"Not today."

Cheng Shuangjiang shook her head, but quickly added.

"But when Ahe's orientation exam results are announced, I want to eat a lemon mousse cake from the supermarket."

Are you that confident?

"Of course, because it's my beloved A-He~"

Even though the cold wind was howling, the girl's words warmed Zhou Heming's heart.

“Then I’ll buy it when the time comes. I’ve been writing another eulogy for my uncle these past two days and earned some pocket money.”

Zhou Heming's savings have been gradually depleting during this period. Fortunately, the occasional customized eulogy can fill the gap, but overall, he is still struggling to make ends meet.

He needs to seriously consider how he will earn his living expenses and tuition fees if he really goes to Ningjiang University after graduation.

Of course, that's all for later; right now, he just needs to focus on his studies.

"whee."

Cheng Shuangjiang happily squeezed the boy's hand in her pocket, then looked up slightly at the gloomy night sky where no stars could be seen.

"I wonder when it will snow in Jiangcheng this year."

"It usually snows around the end of December or January."

"Then I can see the first snow in Jiangcheng with Ahe this year!"

With a smile playing on her lips, the girl spoke expectantly.

"This is the first time I've seen the first snow in Jiangcheng with Ahe, and we'll be able to see the first snow in Ningjiang together for the first time in the future."

"That sounds like a really memorable occasion!"

Zhou Heming couldn't help but imagine it too.

"It'll be close to the Lunar New Year, so we should be able to set off some small fireworks here. We can set them off in the open space downstairs in the community. Oh, so you're going back to your hometown for the New Year?"

Because he lived in Jiangcheng, Zhou Heming subconsciously assumed that Cheng Shuangjiang would also stay here for the Spring Festival.

“I definitely won’t be going back this year. I’ll stay here to study. I’ll probably have New Year’s Eve dinner with my uncle and then go back to my rented apartment. What about Ah He?”

"Me? My maternal grandmother is in Sichuan. I'll go back there during the summer vacation. I guess I'll have a meal with my uncle and his colleagues who aren't going home for New Year's Eve at the funeral home, and then come back here. So it seems like we'll both be coming back here for New Year's Eve?"

Zhou Heming suddenly slowed his pace.

"So that means we can spend New Year's Eve together?"

Yes, that's right.

"Okay."

Zhou Heming didn't look forward to the Spring Festival before because there weren't many opportunities for family reunions. Later, his family suffered a tragedy, and the festival became the anniversary of his mother's death.

But now, he seems to be looking forward to Lunar New Year's Eve and the Spring Festival again.

"We can watch the Spring Festival Gala live on the computer. I have an old laptop that I used to write eulogies, so watching the video shouldn't be a problem."

"You can also send New Year's greetings right away. During the three-day Spring Festival holiday, you can read books or watch movies together, cook, or go out for a stroll. I don't know if you've been there, but there are also performances at Jiangcheng Square during the Spring Festival."

"Do you eat sweet or savory rice cakes where you live? My family usually eats sweet ones, cooked in sugar water with an egg or glutinous rice balls, or fermented rice wine."

"I can do anything~"

Listening to his description, the girl nodded gently, seemingly filled with longing.

As they talked, the two arrived at their doorstep.

"See you later, I'm coming!"

Cheng Shuangjiang waved and opened the door to enter the house.

Zhou Heming quickly tidied up the table, turned on the heater, took a quick shower, and changed his clothes.

Because Cheng Shuangjiang's hands had already healed, the time she spent getting ready to take a bath was much shorter.

"Today is not the day she washes her hair."

Sitting at the dining table and setting out his stationery, Zhou Heming estimated the time.

He had roughly figured out the pattern and frequency of Cheng Shuangjiang's hair washing.

After waiting for a while, the phone rang first.

[Cheng Shuangjiang]: Ah He, it seems like there's a problem with the heating here.

[Zhou Heming]: What's wrong? I'll go take a look now.

As he sent the message, he got up, grabbed his keys, and went out. As soon as he stepped outside, a gust of cold wind blew by, causing Zhou Heming, who was only wearing pajamas, to shiver.

Cheng Shuangjiang opened the door quickly.

Her room was much colder than the one next door.

Zhou Heming checked the heating radiator of the bedroom air conditioner and found that it was only blowing air and not heating.

"This air conditioner must be too old. Did it have some cooling problems before?"

The girl nodded.

"I guess we'll have to ask the landlord to send someone to fix it, but it probably won't be ready by tonight."

Zhou Heming turned around and saw Cheng Shuangjiang, who had just finished showering, wearing pajamas and a coat, pacing back and forth. Clearly, the room was still very cold.

Do you have an electric blanket?

Shake his head.

"That won't work."

In December, the temperature in Jiangcheng at night is generally below five degrees Celsius. Combined with the humid air, even the blankets are cold. How could Cheng Shuangjiang be allowed to suffer like that?

"It should be fine for one night, ouch—"

Just as Cheng Shuangjiang was about to show off, she sneezed.

There's no heating, and the bathroom isn't heated either, so it'll probably be cold to take a shower.

"or."

Zhou Heming considered for a moment, then pretended to be staring intently at the air conditioner, trying to speak casually.

"Sleep at my place tonight, I'll sleep at yours."

"That won't do, it's too cold."

Cheng Shuangjiang immediately refused. After thinking for a moment, she bit her lower lip and spoke in a weak voice.

"We can, um, sleep in the same bed."

She immediately added another sentence.

"Just like in a hotel."

The room fell silent.

Then, Cheng Shuangjiang sneezed again.

"Take your toiletries, pillow, and blanket over first, I'll help you."

Zhou Heming immediately took action.

After fiddling around for a while, he put Cheng Shuangjiang's quilt on his own bed, spread it out, and placed the pillow on the outer side.

Fortunately, the bed is 1.5 meters wide. Although it's not as big as those large beds, it's more than enough for two high school students to lie down.

Cheng Shuangjiang's cup, toothbrush, and facial cleanser were all placed in Zhou Heming's bathroom.

He also brought over the schoolbag and clothes for tomorrow, wanting Cheng Shuangjiang to change in the freezing room. Zhou Heming disagreed, saying he would just go to the living room to change, and that no one else should get cold, but his Shuangjiang should.

For some reason, Zhou Heming suddenly had the illusion that the two of them were living together ahead of time.

But the heating is really warm.

The air from the air conditioner was very dry, so Zhou Heming took out a humidifier.

This humidifier is shaped like a memorial tablet. It was a funeral souvenir that his uncle had commissioned. Since it couldn't be sold, Zhou Heming took it for himself, since he didn't care about such things.

At most funerals, mourners are given umbrellas or water cups. Zhou Jianjun had a different idea and decided to do something different: small items like humidifiers, and even anime-style merchandise such as portrait badges and acrylic standees.

Zhou Heming jokingly said that if he had a little more, he could apply for a booth at a comic convention.

After all, the company name is Wangshengtang (meaning "Hall of Rebirth").

"?"

When Cheng Shuangjiang saw the humidifier, a question mark appeared on her beautiful face.

"It was made by my uncle. It works perfectly, it's just that the design is a bit unusual."

Zhou Heming carefully considered his words.

Puff puff--

The humidifier quickly produced mist, bringing some moisture to the air that was so dry it made lips chapped. The two sat together and studied until midnight.

Cheng Shuangjiang only put down her pen when the warm breeze made Zhou Heming yawn deeply.

That's all for today~

She stretched, and although the cotton pajamas were a little loose, they still showed off her beautiful body curves and flexibility.

"Then I'll go brush my teeth."

After finishing the last sip of water, Zhou Heming went to the bathroom mirror, squeezed toothpaste, and brushed his teeth.

At this moment, Cheng Shuangjiang also came over.

"I want to brush my teeth with A-He."

She smiled and squeezed toothpaste onto her own toothbrush.

Zhou Heming made some room for them, and the two of them stood close together, brushing their teeth in front of the mirror.

Even though it was just brushing his teeth, Zhou Heming felt a warm sensation. Looking at Cheng Shuangjiang in the mirror, he felt his heart inexplicably race.

After washing up, the two went into the bedroom.

It was only at this moment that Zhou Heming seemed to truly realize what was about to happen.

"You...you can sleep here."

He pointed to the outer part, mainly because he had moved the bed to a position against the wall to expand the room's space, so the other side felt a bit cramped.

"Ah."

Cheng Shuangjiang's cheeks were also flushed, whether from the heating or from shyness, it was hard to tell.

Zhou Heming turned off the living room lights and then closed the bedroom door.

Click——

Suddenly it became quiet.

Cheng Shuangjiang sat on the edge of the bed, her hands clutching the hem of her pajamas, looking somewhat hesitant.

"Or I might as well sleep in your room."

Zhou Heming thought about it and felt that it was still a bit inappropriate.

Just as he turned to open the door, Cheng Shuangjiang suddenly stood up and grabbed his hand.

"Let's sleep here. I want to sleep with A-He tonight."

Her voice trembled slightly, as if she had made a great decision and mustered immense courage to speak out.

Zhou Heming responded, went to the foot of the bed, hesitated for a moment, and then climbed onto the bed.

Cheng Shuangjiang also crawled into her own quilt.

So the situation now is different from that day in the hotel. At least the two of us are not sleeping under the same blanket. To put it bluntly, it's like we're in two separate beds.

"Does Ah He want to look at his phone for a while longer?"

Lying on Zhou Heming's bed, the girl looked over. She didn't tell Zhou Heming not to play on his phone before bed at all, but asked very considerately.

"No need, you're fine with me."

After all, they'd been dating for almost three months. Zhou Heming wouldn't leave his girlfriend lying next to him to scroll through short videos.

"Okay~"

Cheng Shuangjiang smiled happily.

"Shall we turn off the lights?"

"Okay, turn it off."

Cheng Shuangjiang, who was sleeping on the outer side, reached out and turned off the light switch by the bedside.

The entire room was plunged into darkness.

"Will the heating be too cold?"

Zhou Heming's voice came through.

"will not."

Cheng Shuangjiang responded, and the two lay facing each other in their respective blankets. The light coming through the curtains was dim and indistinct.

"We should have brought the humidifier in, otherwise my throat will definitely be sore tomorrow morning. Wait for me."

Zhou Heming suddenly had an idea. He crawled out of bed, used the light from his phone to go to the living room to get a humidifier, plugged it in, and then lay back down on the bed.

However, when he returned to his warm bed, he found that there seemed to be something extra in the bed.

It is a soft, warm, and petite body.

"?"

Zhou Heming dared not move.

He could only let the girl snuggle into his arms and gently pinch his collar.

"I haven't given you a hug yet today."

That's such a cheat.

At this time and under these circumstances, is it the person who would refuse such a request?

But then again.

For Zhou Heming, an eighteen-year-old boy full of vigor and youthful passion, it's impossible not to have some wild thoughts when his beloved girl is so defenseless in his arms.

All I can say is that I am grateful for the work of the funeral home and for Zhou Jianjun, which gave Zhou Heming self-control far beyond that of his peers.

Thanks to the heavy winter pajamas, the two of them became significantly less sensitive to touch.

"You'll catch a cold like that."

He felt his throat was dry, which must be because the heating was too drying. Luckily, he brought a humidifier into the room!
"I'll just hold you for a while."

You said it.

Zhou Heming swallowed hard and raised his hand to wrap around the girl's body.

The two embraced like that, and no one knew how much time had passed.

"Then I'll go back to my blanket."

Cheng Shuangjiang whispered these words in Zhou Heming's ear, and her breath made him feel a ticklish sensation.

"How about we share a bed?"

Zhou Heming said, almost as if possessed.

"Well, since A-He insists, there's really nothing I can do about it~"

She gently nuzzled her head against Zhou Heming's chest, then adjusted her blanket slightly to ensure neither of them would get cold from turning over. Afterward, she rested her head against Zhou Heming's chest as he lay on his side, quietly listening to the boy's heartbeat.

"Wow, that's fast!"

"I'm definitely a little nervous."

Zhou Heming replied.

"Would you like to talk about something?"

The girl asked.

"Continuing from where we left off?"

"Okay."

The two resumed their conversation under the covers, resuming the topics they hadn't finished discussing at the hotel last time.

For some reason, as they chatted, Zhou Heming felt himself calm down. He didn't know if it was the power of memories or that he had already gotten used to the girl's presence.

The two of them were not sure what time they talked. Zhou Heming only vaguely remembered that when he was in a daze, he seemed to have secretly kissed Cheng Shuangjiang's forehead or cheek.

He didn't know if he had dreamed or not; he only knew that he slept very well that night.

The next day, Zhou Heming opened his eyes before the alarm clock rang.

Then he saw a pure yet beautiful face right in front of him.

An eighteen-year-old girl is absolutely flawless even without makeup.

Her skin was fair and delicate, her long, smooth, glossy black hair had cute ears hidden among the ends, her eyes were closed with long eyelashes, her nose was small and exquisite, and her lips were soft and pale pink.

Continuing downwards, you can see a slender, smooth neck, and the collarbone faintly visible through the slightly open neckline from sleeping.

Further down.

Zhou Heming dared not look.

Looking again, I might really lose control.

To be honest, he was just a normal 18-year-old high school student. His knowledge was far from lacking, and he did almost lose control of himself several times.

But he loved the girl in front of him, respected her, and wanted to face the future with her, so he was able to barely restrain his youthful impulses.

It's not because I don't like it, but because I like it too much.

Therefore, one should be cautious and apprehensive, as if walking on thin ice.

Perhaps awakened by Zhou Heming's gaze, Cheng Shuangjiang slightly opened her sleepy eyes and mumbled a couple of words in a daze, perhaps asking about the time. But before Zhou Heming could answer, she adjusted her sleeping position and seemed to fall back asleep.

Zhou Heming stared at the familiar ceiling and decided to take another nap.

Just then, the girl whose head was resting on his shoulder breathed warmly against his ear, making indistinct, dreamlike sounds.

"Ah He, I love you."

Upon hearing this, the boy turned his head slightly to the side.

He had imagined watching the sunrise on the hillside in the early morning.

Watch the koi carp, the butterflies fluttering, and the birds returning to their nests by the clear stream.

Look at the mountains, the clouds, the sea, and the boundless fields.

And now.

He only wanted to see Cheng Shuangjiang sleeping peacefully beside him.

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