Ancient Wen Heng was helplessly at the mercy of the two women. Swaddled in a quilt by the fire, he looked both comical and pathetic.
Jin Qianqian did her best to stifle a laugh. 'This poor senior of mine looks utterly ridiculous.'
"You little rascal, just laugh if you want to," Ancient Wen Heng said irritably. "And just who do you think is to blame for this?"
Jin Qianqian immediately protested her innocence. "You can't just go blaming a good person, especially one as kind and considerate as me.
"Look at this treatment you're getting. It's filled with my love and Mother's love for you. You should be enjoying this moment."
Ancient Wen Heng retorted, "Why don't we trade places? I think you deserve to enjoy this more than I do."
'Being forced to sit by the fire wrapped in a quilt to sweat is practically a sauna.'
'I have no idea what that old lady was thinking. I'm not a three-year-old child. Is this trick really going to work?'
