Outside, it was pitch black, with occasional flashes of lightning. Thunder rumbled from the horizon.
A torrential downpour was imminent, yet there was no wind, just an oppressive heat.
Nan Mufeng knew Jian Xi feared the heat and didn't dare turn on the air conditioner. He found a fan in the cabinet: "Let me fan you, it won't be hot if I fan you."
"This fan is so beautiful." Jian Xi's eyes lit up. It was an antique-style folding fan with intricate landscape paintings on the silk surface.
"Commander Jing gave it to me," Nan Mufeng smiled, "I never thought it was useful before, so I left it in the cabinet. It's finally useful today."
"Let me see it." Jian Xi took the fan. Although it was a reproduction, it was still quite valuable!
Nan Mufeng took off his shirt, baring his upper body: "What's so great about it? It's not as pretty as your paintings. Come, let's start fanning."
Jian Xi sat on the lounger on the balcony, and Nan Mufeng sat next to her, fanning her.
