Zhao Changhe did not directly start heading over to her pavilion to learn the guqin. Instead, he went into his room and grabbed a towel to wipe off the sweat from his body. He acted as if those teasing words had never left his mouth.0

This conveniently spared Tang Wanzhuang from having to give an awkward response. She suddenly felt that this guy had studied under some master of quips. These sudden jabs of his were incredibly clever...0

He just stood there with his sleeves rolled up, wiping himself down and completely disregarding her while she was standing at the door watching him. She was not sure whether he just had exhibitionist tendencies or if this was another form of teasing.0

In fact, the explanation was much simpler—it was just too damn hot. Zhao Changhe could not be bothered to act all prim and proper. Besides, he had never invited her into his room, so whether or not she wanted to watch him was her business.0

Tang Wanzhuang stood there expressionless, neither advancing nor retreating. Her earlier jovial mood had nearly completely gone away.0

Zhao Changhe casually asked, “Is it because my cultivation isn’t high enough? Theoretically speaking, after reaching the fourth layer of the Profound Gate, I should be impervious to cold and heat, right? During the winter, I had just started cultivating yet I didn’t really worry...0