"Young lady, are you not wearing warm clothes again? Do you like it when I scold you every time we meet?"

Xianyun looks at you with a serious gaze while her voice was filled with the coldest tone, making a chill run through your skin.

Her movements are smooth, and even low temperatures will not make her relax. But the touches are cold, leaving red marks of pain on your hands.

The woman chuckles and wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you close to her and holding your head against her chest.

"..You are too annoying, so now I have to keep you warm, because I am worried about your condition. I don’t want such a beauty to lie with a fever."