"Go make your bed and stop talking nonsense."

Mu Shaoyi touched her buttocks, "Oh..."

Then she turned around to make the bed. It was too late today, and she had to go to class tomorrow, so she would just make do for today and come back to make the bed after school.

Turn the corner, push open a door, and a blast of dust hits your nose.

"Cough cough cough..."

Mu Shaoyi frowned and fanned the dust off the tip of his nose with his hand.

Stepping in, you leave a footprint.

"It's been a long time since anyone's been here."

The dust was so thick you could make footprints; there was a thick layer of dust on the counter.

Mo Ling watched Mu Shaoyi from the side, her eyes flashing.

Dark eyes, looking at her with resistance.

Mu Shaoyi shivered: "Why...why is it so cold?"

I rubbed my arms and continued tidying up; it was a complete mess.

So when Dou Shiliu arrived, he saw a little devil blowing cold air at Mu Shaoyi.

Dou Shiliu: "..."

He raised an eyebrow and walked straight over.

Mu Shaoyi saw her and sniffed, "You Ran, I'm almost done getting ready."

"Pfft"

Mu Shaoyi sneezed from the cold, paused in adjusting the blankets, and muttered to herself, "Why is it so cold..."

Dou Shiliu thought to himself, "There's a ghost blowing in the wind; it's no wonder I'm cold."

Although it is impossible for spirits to become sentient after the founding of the People's Republic of China

However, there are some exceptions, such as the one in front of us that is unusually weak, yet has not dissipated.

"You continue, I'm going to the restroom."

Dou Shiliu said coldly and stepped forward. Mu Shaoyi looked up and saw her grabbing at the air.

"?"

He gave her a strange look, "Oh, go ahead, I'll be right there."

Dou Shiliu grabbed the little devil by the back of his neck and dragged him out.

It felt light and airy, I couldn't feel anything.

As he stepped out the door, Dou Shiliu's cold gaze pierced the depths of Mo Ling's soul from the corner of the room.

Why are you blowing on her like that?

Humans are physically weak. If this brat keeps blowing his own horn like that, Mu Shaoyi will definitely catch a cold and get a fever the next day.

That's my room.

The little devil stared coldly and fearlessly at Dou Shiliu, his eyes radiating a chilling aura.

Her delicate, pale face was expressionless, like a dead person's face.

Okay, she's dead.

Dou Shiliu pulled back the clothes that were twisting her collar. "Fine, it's your room, so we'll stay here for the night."

"no"

Mo Ling coldly refused, without the slightest hint of emotion.

"Oh, so you think it's okay just because you say so?" Dou Shiliu narrowed his eyes slightly.

His cold eyes fixed on her, meeting her gaze, and he said, word by word, "Yes."

The decision was cold and ruthless.

A flicker of sadness crossed Dou Shiliu's eyes. "Alright."

...

"Bang"

A gust of cold wind swept in, and Mu Shaoyi shivered as she looked at Dou Shiliu, who was radiating coldness as he pushed open the door and entered.

"You Ran... why do you feel so cold when you go to the bathroom? Come in quickly and close the door."

Mu Shaoyi pulled the girl inside, and trembled again.

"You Ran, why are your hands so cold? Let me warm them for you."

Mu Shaoyi's hands had warmed up inside the room. Strangely enough, the room temperature started to return to normal after Dou Shiliu came in and left.

Dou Shiliu gazed intently as the girl placed her icy hands on her face, a hint of a smile flashing in her eyes.

Okay, let's go to sleep.

"good"

Inside the room was warm, while outside the door came a series of cries.

Mo Ling was tied to the big tree outside by Dou Shiliu. The cold wind blew, and the withered leaves kept falling, but none of them landed on her shoulders.

"Go ahead and let me go if you dare!"

Dou Shiliu naturally didn't hear the sound because she had placed a barrier around Mo Ling, preventing her ghostly cries from reaching her.