Di Fuyi looked down at her and saw her shivering from the cold. Struggling, she put a smile on her face. He looked at her with a hint of darkness in his eyes and said, "So you..." He left his sentence hanging before turning around and walking back.
Soon, the two returned to the ice house. Gu Xijiu still had not recovered, so her face was pale. Her pale lips were still trembling uncontrollably from the cold. Di Fuyi threw over a red cloak to her, and Gu Xijiu wore it immediately without a second thought.
She did not know what material this cloak was made of, but it felt hot. Hence, after she put it on, her hands and feet were quickly warmed up, and her pale face finally had a faint blush.
"What do you want to discuss with me? Let's talk." While speaking to Gu Xijiu, Di Fuyi already started preparing the deer to be cooked.
