Qiu Ye stood to the side, his hands hanging at his sides, fingertips trembling slightly.
He gritted his teeth, but ultimately didn't dare to get close to Chu Jing.
He was afraid his own coldness would make her even more uncomfortable.
Xuyue, perched in a tree, was debating whether or not to jump down.
He was in his beast form, and his body temperature was higher than anyone else's.
Even in the dead of winter, he was like a small furnace, perfect for helping out.
But the problem was…
'Would she even let me get close?'
At the thought of being coldly pushed away, Xuyue's wolf ears drooped, and his tail swept restlessly across the tree trunk.
Just then, Mingye walked over, a thick bearskin spread across his hands.
He stood before Chu Jing, his tone calm.
"Cover yourself with this. It'll be warmer."
Chu Jing tilted her head to look at him, her eyes sparkling in the firelight.
"For me?"
Mingye nodded.
"I hunted it myself. It's a gift for you."
