C1041 Working with Trash

Gu Xiaoyao's complexion turned a shade paler as he realized that what he had placed in his mouth was not the flesh of the fish, but rather...

A thin sliver of ice.

The frigid fish, the chilly sauce, combined with the low ambient temperature, were enough to send a shiver through Gu Xiaoyao's well-cultivated frame.

His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly