"Ah!"
The brief silence was shattered by a painful cry from a room further down the corridor.
Jiang Jiamian's eyes turned cold. "Xue Fang!"
Xue Fang had been locked inside the room at the end of the hall.
Ling Zhuang slowly drew him closer, voice calm. "Let him be. He can't get out anyway. And even if he does, with Your Respected Zombie King here, he'll end up kneeling and kowtowing. Don't you think so, Your Majesty?"
Jiang Jiamian's lips twitched. "You're right. Then how about explaining why your body is so cold, too?"
Ling Zhuang's embrace stiffened almost imperceptibly, before he offered a gentle smile. "I was afraid of burning you, making you uncomfortable. So I adjusted it."
Jiang Jiamian's mind buzzed. A thought flickered across it, adjustment, temperature regulation…
