Feng Shan's pride was stung. A stubborn look crossed his face as he mumbled to himself, refusing to admit his current predicament.
The headstrong Feng Shan was about to refuse Jenny's invitation, but before he could get a word out, she strode forward. With an expression that brooked no argument, she forcefully linked her arm through his.
"Let's go. It's too late to bother anyone else. The bedding on the floor is all ready. We have a lot to do tomorrow, so let's get some rest."
"Hey, this isn't right!" While Feng Shan protested and looked embarrassed, his feet told a different story, dutifully following Jenny.
'He knew she was right, though. It really was too late to bother anyone else.'
They hurried through the cold Tundra night and soon arrived at a small wooden cabin.
Jenny gently pushed open the door, and a wave of cozy warmth rushed out to greet them. It was like a gentle hand brushing the chill from Feng Shan's body.
