Patrol Office.
"My Lord, it really is cold today!" Xie Xiaojiu rubbed her hands in front of the brazier.
The red-hot charcoal fire reflected on her face, making her complexion look especially rosy.
Hearing this, Jiang Ning set down the book in his hands for the moment and looked out the window.
At this moment, the heavy snow was falling exceptionally heavily, like goose feathers drifting down. From time to time, large, large flakes of snow slipped through the cracks in the window and landed on the wooden floor, gradually piling into a thin layer.
Then Jiang Ning turned his head and glanced at Xie Xiaojiu again.
"If you feel cold, why didn't you wear a couple more layers when you went out just now?"
Xie Xiaojiu shook her head. "Wearing too many clothes feels too restrictive. I don't like it!"
Jiang Ning smiled when he heard that and said nothing more.
For a Martial Artist, it was indeed inconvenient to wear too many clothes.
And this sort of subzero cold, in truth, could not have much effect on a Martial Artist of his level.
At most, he merely felt a little cold.
This cold was neither fatal nor harmful to the body.
At worst, it was somewhat unpleasant.
Just then, Xie Xiaojiu tightened her collar.
"My Lord, I'll go shut the window!"
"Don't!" Jiang Ning immediately spoke up to stop her.
Seeing Xie Xiaojiu look over in puzzlement, Jiang Ning pointed at the charcoal fire burning fiercely in front of him.
"If the doors and windows are completely shut, the air won't circulate. You could get Carbon Monoxide Poisoning from the charcoal."
"Carbon Monoxide Poisoning?" Xie Xiaojiu's eyes were somewhat puzzled.
"Mm!" Jiang Ning nodded.
Faced with Xie Xiaojiu's bewildered gaze, Jiang Ning could only explain it like this.