Yue Mingxuan nearly threw the clothes in his face.
"You're still not leaving? If you catch your death of cold here, I'm not taking responsibility! And don't you dare waste my medicinal herbs!" Yue Mingxuan shouted at him.
Just then, the door was pushed open.
Mo Yi then came in while carrying a pile of clothes.
He handed them to Shang Qinghua and quietly withdrew.
Yue Mingxuan fell silent.
His room really had become like a teahouse.
Mo Yi and even Moonless Cicada came and went as they pleased.
Perhaps worried that Yue Mingxuan might truly refuse to treat him if he fell ill, Shang Qinghua finally went into the side room to change his clothes.
After he took off the clothes that were soaked through, Yue Mingxuan let out a long breath.
Only now did he feel the chill seep into his bones, though when he had been outside just now he had not felt particularly cold at all.
He could not quite figure out why.
Was this body really his? Why did it feel so unfamiliar?
