She hummed softly, holding the thin quilt and measuring it against Li Ping'an's body, back and forth.
At the seat of Li Ping'an's consciousness, his Primordial Soul little person slowly climbed up. Just as he was trying to discern his surroundings, he suddenly saw... his own master beside him, spreading a quilt with open arms.
Hmm?
What is Master doing?
Just as Li Ping'an was about to speak, his Primordial Soul felt a dizzying sensation, and his weak Spiritual Sense scattered outside his body, just in time to see his master slightly bending over and covering the recliner directly with the thin quilt.
Li Ping'an was momentarily stunned.
Master... was afraid he would catch cold...
A twinge of sourness touched Li Ping'an's nose, and he let out a long sigh from the bottom of his heart.
