The ice cubes in the room dutifully radiated chilliness.
Xin Ziyi across the room twirled a folding fan on his fingertips. Lu Jingzhi asked curiously, "Are you hot or not?"
Xin Ziyi paused for a moment.
Of course, he was hot.
The sun outside was scorching. How could he not be hot?
"Wearing dark clothes is hotter than wearing light clothes." Lu Jingzhi looked at the young man across from her who seemed to be still wearing a New Year's limited edition skin and shook her head.
Xin Ziyi: "..."
He cleared his throat trying to change the subject, only to hear the young girl say, "Xiaoshen seems to really like light-colored clothing, but there is just too much layering. The richness is apparent, but it does look very hot."
"That wouldn't bother him much. This friend of mine had a serious illness when he was young, so he doesn't have very keen sensitivity to temperature."
Lu Jingzhi was momentarily surprised.
A sudden thought crossed her mind -- illness? Could it be poisoning?
