"Oh." Ye Li thought for a moment, then turned and went into the room to fetch the equipment for him.
Ji Yanchen was sensitive to the cold, yet he disliked expressing himself. If it weren't for someone particularly close to him, they wouldn't understand this quirk of his.
"This season, it's starting to get cold over in Canada." Handing Ji Yanchen the warm packs and a small packet of instant ginger tea, Ye Li pointed at the suitcase, "You stuff it in yourself."
Ji Yanchen stared at Ye Li for a few seconds, his gaze sweeping over her neck and face, "Stiff neck?"
Ye Li answered with a stiff neck, "A bit."
Ji Yanchen didn't seem sympathetic and asked calmly, "Uncomfortable?"
Ye Li rolled her eyes, wasn't this nonsense? Would a stiff neck not be uncomfortable? Today, while painting, she hardly dared move at all, fearing that any slight movement would cause her entire neck to ache.
Ji Yanchen raised an eyebrow, his tone remarkably indifferent, "Comfortable sleeping in the study?"
