Feng Yun beckoned to him.
"Come and warm up," she said.
As Pei Jue approached, the cold air hit her face, making her sneeze involuntarily...
The wet clothes were uncomfortable against her skin, so she tugged at them and moved closer to the fire.
Pei Jue sat down and turned his back to her, the very picture of a gentleman.
All around was a chilling silence.
Feng Yun looked at his broad back, feeling this silence was the greatest insult to her status as "the most beautiful woman of the eight provinces in Xuzhou."
She slowly undressed her middle garment and found a thin, translucent scarf from her bundle, which wasn't very warm.
But after roasting it over the fire, it dried quickly.
One layer of scarf could fend off a layer of cold.
She draped it over herself and immediately felt more comfortable and secure.
"General, you can turn around now," she said.
