The heating in the room was turned on adequately, just right for a person to fall asleep.

But for someone who is holding back the fire, it's not so friendly.

Pei Shiyan closed the bedroom door and walked to the bar to make himself a glass of ice water. A layer of fog rose on the wall of the glass containing the ice cubes, and the tide spread to the brain as I picked it up.

Pei Shiyan took a sip of water and put it down......

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