Hearing Fu Guai's grumbling, Pei Yixie stared at the back of his head but said nothing. Besides him, no one ever protects her like this.
Looking at the snow piling on top of his head, she smiled and said, "Brother Fu, wear your hood properly."
After she said this, Fu Guai patted the snow from his head and put on his hood obediently. Although he wouldn't get sick, he still listened to her. After all, she cares about him, and he didn't want to disappoint her.
When the two of them walked past the public hall, they saw a large group of guards surrounding the perimeter. Feeling curious, Pei Yixie said, "Brother Fu, let's take a look."
Raising his eyebrows, Fu Guai asked, "Didn't you say you were hungry and cold?"
"There is a show to watch. Who would feel cold and hungry?" Pei Yixie replied and tugged on his hand.
