Feng Mountain was lost in curiosity, his brow furrowed as he held up the bizarrely shaped piece of clothing.
One moment he was trying to wrap it around his waist, the next he was trying to pull it onto his leg.
He was muttering to himself, trying to figure out just how to wear the thing.
Just then, the bedroom door creaked open without any warning.
The sudden sound made Feng Mountain jump, and he instinctively looked up.
There, standing in the doorway, were Natasha and Xiaohua.
There was a reason for their sudden appearance.
After all the emergency tasks for the cold snap had been assigned at the tavern, the temperature outside had plummeted without warning, as if it had gone mad.
The bitter cold felt like countless ice knives drilling straight into one's bones.
Even with the tavern's fireplace blazing away, desperately pumping out heat, it was no match for the ferocious cold snap.
It simply couldn't fend off the tidal wave of encroaching chill.
