Feng Bailing was still worried about sharing a room with Dugu Wu, but fortunately, her worries were unnecessary. A great fire had broken out in Lan Courtyard, and Dugu Wu had taken the people who had collapsed from the wind to clear the site.
It had barely dawned when Feng Bailing was yanked out of her nest of blankets by Dugu Wu.
He wrapped his arms around her, trapping her in the corner of the bed.
Dugu Wu's eyes were dark and brooding as he stared at Feng Bailing.
The woman's neck was slender and smooth, resembling the neck of a swan, yet he wished he could just wring it.
"Where is that painting?"
Feng Bailing felt nervous inwardly, but her face showed innocence.
"What painting?"
"Stop feigning ignorance, Feng Bailing. My tolerance for you has its limits."
Dugu Wu's face was stern.
Feng Bailing had known Dugu Wu for such a long time, and apart from the first encounter in the snow, he was mostly normal.
