Leng Yuyue raised his hand and pointed at Song Guo, truly the thick-skinned one beside Ye Yiheng.
Upon reflection, why was he even inferior to an eunuch?
Forget it, why bother thinking about these things?
He then stepped toward the back courtyard.
In the past, Ye Yiheng's hands were often cold, even in the height of summer they were slightly cool, but now they were slightly warm.
Leng Yu Yan felt the warmth of his hands, almost by some demon's influence, and scratched the palm of his hand.
Beilan City, located in the northernmost part of Tiancheng, experiences longer and colder winters than other areas of Tiancheng.
That day, he had let her touch his hand, and it was warm inside the carriage. Now, in the snowy and cold conditions, his hand was still warm; did this imply that the toxins in his body were gradually diminishing and that her detoxification method was effective?
Ye Yiheng noticed and turned his head to look at her, "What is it?"
