After taking a shower, Huanhuan wrapped herself in a thick shawl and walked into Sang Ye's room. She saw him adding wood to the brazier.
The fire in the brazier was burning brightly, and the bedroom was warm.
Huanhuan walked over. "Why are you burning the fire?"
Sang Ye said, "It's cold."
Huanhuan was pleasantly surprised. "You can feel hot and cold now?"
"I'm worried that you'll be cold."
Huanhuan was stunned. Her surprise quickly disappeared, then she looked helpless. "Is it because of what Xue Ling said that made you worry that I'll freeze? Actually, I'm not as delicate as you think."
Sang Ye lowered his eyes. "I can't feel hot or cold, so I don't know how to take good care of you. If you're feeling cold, you have to tell me. I can add more wood to the brazier."
Huanhuan's heart ached. She walked over and hugged Sang Ye, pressing her cheek against his chest. "Yes, no matter if it's hot or cold, I'll tell you."
