cold clothes

Leng Yi had been standing there for a long time, and Qing You still hadn't arrived. She was almost frozen stiff. Wasn't leaving her standing there blatantly bullying her? She couldn't help but grumble, "Bullying me, bullying me, everyone bullies me... Every good thing, one day I'll take you all down."

To warm herself up, she reviewed the sword moves she had practiced the night before to warm up. She was soon able to perform several beautiful sword flourishes, and Leng Yi's mood improved. She really was incredibly intelligent and gifted.

Once she got into the mood, Leng Yi began to swing her sword at will, getting more and more carried away, as if she were dancing with her shadow, feeling as if she were in the mortal world.

"Sigh, my dancing is like a fairy descending to earth," Leng Yi exclaimed narcissistically.

"Pfft." Someone chuckled from the shadows.

Lost in her sword dance, Leng Yi suddenly heard low laughter coming from around her, which sent chills down her spine, and she stopped.

"Who is it? Stop playing tricks!" Leng Yi shouted, looking around. When she heard footsteps behind her, she turned around abruptly.

The person was wrapped up tightly, and in the dim light of the night, she couldn't make out their features at first glance.

"Hehe, I think you're the one who's just putting on a show." A familiar young voice rang out, and Yin Jiu's handsome face gradually appeared, beaming with smiles.

Leng Yi looked at him in surprise, her gaze instantly drawn to the fur coat he was wearing. Clothes make the man; Yin Jiu used to always wear a gray cotton coat, but now with that fur collar, he looked every bit the young master of a wealthy family, which Leng Yi found quite novel.

"You actually look quite respectable." Yin Jiu had just said that his dancing looked like a shamanistic ritual, and she immediately retorted sarcastically.

"After all, I wouldn't torture myself in the dead of winter," Yin Jiu said calmly.

Leng Yi fell silent instantly; she wasn't confident enough to say she wasn't cold. She didn't feel cold much when practicing dance, but now that she'd been out for a while, it wasn't.

Yin Jiu, who had just won a minor victory, smiled and asked curiously, "What are you doing here?"

This opened Lengyi's floodgates. She recounted the whole story of her sword practice the night before and her conversation with Qingyou and Huailou. Of course, she didn't forget to complain about Qingyou's broken promise: "He told me to wait for him here, but it's completely dark and he still hasn't come. How am I supposed to know how to get into the secret passage? Is he trying to freeze me to death?"

"Such a thing actually happened. Qingyou and the others are being a bit unethical," Yin Jiu sighed after hearing the story.

Leng Yi was delighted; it was rare for Yin Jiu to be on her side.

“Let me take you inside,” Yin Jiu said, taking off his cloak and walking towards Leng Yi. Leng Yi had a premonition, but when the cloak, still warm from Yin Jiu’s touch, was draped over her shoulders, she was still overwhelmed. It was so warm, like stepping into a furnace, and her eyes felt like they were being blinded by the heat.

"Why are you putting this on me? My body is much more resistant to the cold than yours."

Yin Jiu was still tying the belt on Leng Yi when she heard her words, which were quite amusing. "Young Miss, how come you don't even say a kind word after getting such a good deal? Shouldn't you say thank you?"

When Yin Jiu said that, Leng Yi's face, which had been frozen stiff by the cold wind, became as thin as paper again. For some reason, he felt ashamed and couldn't bring himself to say nice things to Yin Jiu's face.

It must be because Yin Jiu's face is too irritating, it must be.

How are you going to get me in?

“Let’s go through the secret passage,” Yin Jiu said with a smile, his tone as light as a spring breeze. Then, before he could react to what he had done, a wave of dizziness washed over Leng Yi’s head, and then he could neither see nor hear anything.