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Huo Jingyuan held his breath, afraid that he would wake her.

It was already mid-August, the hottest time in Jincheng.

Cold air was running in the ward.

Huo Jingyuan raised his hand and turned the temperature of the cold air to 16 degrees.

The quilt was the summer cool quilt.

Men like Huo Jingyuan didn't think much of it, but Tang Yin felt cold in her sleep