"Ah, Nan Feng turned to look at Brother Ye next and asked, "Aren't you cold? by my count, you are wearing only three pieces of clothing, all of them thin, and no cotton padded clothes at all?"
"I have a cloak," Brother Ye was wearing the Yamen's uniform cloak, which made him look very handsome when he draped it over his tall frame. "And besides, I'm not afraid of the cold!"
Brother Ye had undergone the harshest training, having experienced standing naked in snowy weather for an hour at a time, so he did not feel cold.
Nan Feng was not particularly afraid of the cold either, having gone through special training herself, it was just that she hadn't trained for over a year here and her physical stamina had declined.
But there is a kind of cold that only sets in when your lover thinks you're cold. Therefore, Nan Feng would occasionally place her hand on Brother Ye's, her little hand heated by the charcoal furnace, passing her warmth to him.
