Sleeping Clothes

Yan Ruyu listened to Zhao Shuning's detailed narration of what happened before.

His brows also started to lightly knit together.

For some reason, he felt that this matter was related to him, but at the moment, he couldn't find the reason.

After talking a lot, Zhao Shuning was also a little tired.

Yan Ruyu passed her a cup of tea, telling her to take a breather before saying anything else.

The top of the Clear Sky Peak was truly cold.

The temperature of Yan Ruyu's hand was also very low. It was even colder than Zhao Shuning's hand.

Therefore, when Yan Ruyu passed the teacup to Zhao Shuning, his fingers lightly touched Zhao Shuning's soft hand and Zhao Shuning immediately put the teacup down.

"Master, why is your hand so cold?"

Zhao Shuning's body had the red lotus fire. Naturally, her body wasn't as vulnerable to cold as Yan Ruyu's.

"I've always been like this. Ning, don't worry."