It was too late in the night. I let the warm water of the condensate wash down and told her to go back to the room for rest.

"is your hand still cold?" I asked lanlingfeng to soak his hands in the hot water with me. It was so nice to soak them in the water. After a night of northwest wind, his hands were frozen.

"it's not cold," Lan Lingfeng flicked the water and splashed it on my hand. "Yan'er's hand is always icy. Why don't you put on the gloves made in the rich brocade room?"

"it doesn't matter if your hands are cold, just warm up!" I'm...