His reason was:
"Look outside, the wind is howling and the snow is falling, the mountain roads are treacherous and hard to navigate. If you're not careful and take a fall, what if you become brainless? What should we do then?"
"Why not stay here, keep me company while brewing wine and listening to the snow, discussing life—wouldn't that be delightful?"
"..."
Yun Ran just wanted to give him a kick to wake him up!
"You don't even need to fall; with one jab I can turn you into an idiot. Want to give it a try?"
"Moreover, rather than discussing life, I'm more interested in discussing how to twist your mangy head off?"
Upon hearing this, Nangong Mo glanced at her, gently hooked his lips, and then took out a scroll from his sleeve.
"I'm not interested in becoming brainless, but I am very interested in this; my dear, will you participate in this with me?"
As he said this, he waved the book in his hand at Yun Ran with a smile that was three parts roguish and seven parts annoying.
