After Wen Suili took a bath, he saw that the curtain on the side of the balcony was drawn, and it was blown back and forth by the cold wind, and Lu Zhan's figure was hidden behind the curtain, he leaned against the fence and smoked with one hand.

The white mist shrouded him, striking his side face and rising above his head.

The thin coat on his body did not avoid the cold at all, but he stood tall and did not feel the cold, and his complexion did not change.

I went into the house and got a blanket: "Put on it first, don't feel it......

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