Basil Jaak stated plainly and bluntly, "The tent is mine. The one who should sleep outside is you."
This tone was heavy enough to immediately make Bertha feel awkward.
By now, the sky was pitch-black, and Basil Jaak couldn't see her expression.
In fact, Bertha was currently in a state of both anger and embarrassment.
Under normal circumstances, if Basil Jaak said this, she would have left without a word.
But now, the blizzard outside was simply too fierce, and even inside the tent, she felt cold—let alone stepping outside.
Afraid of the cold, she had no choice but to endure Basil's words.
Snorting lightly, Bertha sat at the edge of the deep pit and muttered, "Tonight, we each sleep on one side. You're not allowed to cross the line!"
Hearing this, Basil Jaak smirked inwardly. The cold, aloof Bertha, who always stood on high ground, had finally lowered her head. What a rare moment. Truly rare!
