Watching Su Yumo's earnest expression, Ye Xuan helplessly said, "You really don't need to fan me anymore, actually, I'm not that hot, you saw it this afternoon."
What he said was the truth; his body had long been impervious to the cold and heat. After basking under the sun for so long in the afternoon, he hadn't felt hot, so how could a bit of stove heat trouble him?
After hearing Ye Xuan's words, Su Yumo was stunned, then she remembered that Ye Xuan seemed to be not afraid of the heat at all. During the afternoon climb, she had been sweating buckets, but he hadn't sweated a single drop, which left a deep impression on her!
"What a freak..."
Muttering to herself, Su Yumo's expression became embarrassed, her hand hovering in mid-air, uncertain whether she should keep fanning Ye Xuan.
