After a moment of hesitation, Lin Qingzhu suddenly spoke softly, "Wang... Wangshu, I... I feel a bit cold. Can you hold me while I sleep?"

As she said this, she mustered up all her courage, lifted her head, and her clear, beautiful eyes shone faintly in the dark as she stared unblinkingly at Ning Wangshu.

Her small hands involuntarily clenched tightly, and her cheeks were burning hot.

Feeling cold was naturally just an excuse. After all, Lin Qingzhu was at the sixth level of the Qi Refining stage, and it was still mid-September. Although the mountain nights were indeed a bit chilly, it wasn't to the point of feeling cold.