In the bamboo loft of Tingquan Small House, Xiao Yinruo watched Zhiyu striving to maintain balance on the Meihua Pile and lifted a fox fur cloak over Lu Jin'an's shoulders.
"Your body is weak now, and Qingmiao Palace is colder than other places."
"It's no big deal." Lu Jin'an, with hands resting on the railing, smiled: "I actually find it warmer inside the palace compared to outside, and the air is humid... No wonder you and Nanzhi are nurtured so well."
There was a tinge of emotion in his tone; not to mention Aunt Ruo's 'Innate Tidal Rhythm Immortal Body', even though Nanzhi's 'Innate White Silk Sacred Body', the warmth was indescribably wonderful.
The Master... the Master is purely 'Weak'.
Xiao Yinruo glanced at this little scoundrel with eyes filled with shyness, and after regaining control of the emotions that couldn't be restrained earlier, she was much clearer now.
