Yun Chujiu noticed that An Feng was staring at her cloak, but she didn't seem to be embarrassed at all. She smiled and asked An Feng, "Little Madman, do you want one too? I still have a lot of materials to make more. If you want one, you can have this one!"
An Feng shook his head like a rattle-drum. He would only want it if he was crazy. If the Palace Mistress found out about this, his good days would come to an end!
"Forget it if you don't want it. I'll make one for my Prince Charming some day. He'll definitely like it."
An Feng thought to himself, 'It would be the end of the world if he liked it! He had yet to see anyone who looked good with that carpet draped over their bodies!'
"Young master, if it doesn't work out, let's go around the ice field in front of us and head straight to the river valley to train." An Feng said worriedly when he saw that the temperature dropped continuously.
