"Elijah, I ain’t takin’ your money," she said seriously. "So don’t talk to me like that."
"Why don’t you want my money? Is my money different from others?" His tone obviously dropped.
Violette hesitated for a moment and said, "I don’t want anyone’s money. I don’t want to be at the mercy of anyone’s mood ."
That shut him up.
"I’m going to sleep, so don’t bother me." Violette turned her back to him.
Looking at her thin figure, he covered her with his quilt.
She immediately threw it off, "I’ll use mine, and you use yours. Don’t touch me."
There were two quilts on the bed.
Elijah had a thick one, while h
ers was a summer air-conditioning quilt.
But the room was warm with the air conditioner on.
"You take the thick one, I’ll take the thin one," Elijah kindly said.
He was always feeling cold, so he worried that she would be too.
"You trying to roast me alive?" Violette rudely said, "Just go to sleep, you have to leave before my mom comes back tomorrow morning. You’re seriously messing up our lives."
Elijah tucked in, "Got it."
Ten minutes later, Violette turned over with her phone in hand.
By the light of the phone screen, she saw his eyes open, emitting a cold, dark glow.
"Why aren’t you asleep? Are you cold?" she asked.
Elijah: "A little. Are you too hot?"
She was wearing short sleeves, a
nd the quilt only covered her upper body.
It was like they were experiencing different seasons.
"Mind your own business. I’ll get you a blanket..." Violette sat up.
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