Soon, they had avoided the mountain-touring tourists and entered the vast, secluded, perilous areas of Mountain Hua.
At noon, the sun rose high, seeming to lessen the frostiness. Wrapped in his coat and hat, Han Gao finally shook out a sentence, "Damn, I'm freezing to death."
"Fatty, with all that fat and still afraid of the cold?" Gong Jiu teasing these people was a habit, and Han Gao pouted and rolled his eyes.
"The more fat, the more there is to get cold, because I'm fat, the surface area exposed to the cold is larger, so I get cold~" Brother Ma said with priority, climbing the mountain while smoking a cigarette and humming a tune, which annoyed Han Gao to the point of chasing after him to hit him.
