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Finally, unable to stand the dampness, she looked timidly at him, and when she saw that his eyes were closed as if he were really asleep, she gritted her teeth and carefully reached for her shirt. When she was sure he was asleep, she stood up and took off her wet clothes and changed into dry ones.

”I thought you were so unyielding that you wouldn't change clothes!”

Ihao's cold and flat voice came slowly from within the wooden house. His hands trembled in fear, and the dry clothes that he hadn't put on fell to the ground.

Ahh!” Body Burst. Warmth let out a shriek in the air. She quickly crouched down and raised her terrified eyes to look at the man who was grinning at her.

Ihao couldn't help but curl his lips when he caught sight of the woman in the corner, blushing.

”Cold and warm, why aren't you quickly putting on your clothes? Could it be that you're inviting me?” Ihao watched as he squatted on the ground and turned around. The woman, who had shrunk into a small ball, could not help but tease, ”Although I'm injured now, it's still more than enough to do that!”

Hearing Ihao's words, her little face flushed red to her neck. She bit down hard and quickly grabbed the clothes on the floor, putting them on as quickly as she could. Then she secretly looked up at him with a look of shame and regret. When she realized that he was still looking at her, she felt extremely vexed.

If she knew that he hadn't fallen asleep, she wouldn't have changed. After all, it was already quite late. Wearing wet clothes would be unbearable, but now …

He would definitely think that she was intentionally faking it and luring him on. Pull him.

Thinking of this, Warmth was regretful to the point of death.

She shifted nervously and shamefacedly, ready to hide herself behind the big wooden box, to be completely invisible from the terrible sharpness of Ihor's vision that seemed to pierce through her, but she had just moved. Ye Zichen moved a bit. ”Come here!” Ihao shouted lazily.

What?

She looked up in horror and stared at him with her big, watery eyes.

Seeing the strange light reflected in her eyes, he suddenly felt displeased.

He was just kind enough to let her have half of the blanket, but what was the woman looking at him with?

Look at his expression, look at his eyes. Gouge. The same crime?

When he saw her expression, he couldn't help but burn with anger. He glared at her fiercely, then gritted his teeth and bellowed, ”Put that expression and that look of yours away, then get the hell over here!”