Lian Qi shivered as he walked over. A group of people had already formed a tight circle around the fire, leaving not even a spot for him to stand.
A cold wind blew past, straight into Lian Qi's mouth. He shuddered repeatedly, his teeth nearly chattering to pieces from the chill.
Forcing himself into the space between Qin Feng and Hu Yirun, Lian Qi said, "Two kind gentlemen, would you mind making some room?"
Before his words even finished, Qin Feng and Hu Yirun wordlessly bumped their elbows into each other with perfect coordination, squeezing Lian Qi—who had barely managed to poke his head in—right back out.
"Damn traitor, crawl away! There's no room for you here!"
Lian Qi wasn't the least bit surprised at being excluded.
After all, Qin Feng and Hu Yirun had dragged him out of freezing waters earlier, risking the bone-chilling cold. The fact that they hadn't beaten him to death already was, frankly, courteous.
