Liu Ye's presence became even colder and more domineering, like the winter sea, with wind and snow raging over the boundless sea area, goose feather snow flying and pouring down, the beach piling up thick layers of snow, and even the waves becoming colder and more violent, as if seeking to freeze one's soul and drag them into the deep sea.
Shen Tang seemed to sneeze from the cold.
She rubbed her nose, pondering where Liu Ye was holding Jia Lan in confinement—had they been walking for so long and still not arrived?
Liu Ye paused in his movements, sensing the small creature hidden within his clothes, gently twisting its body, the furry feeling lightly sweeping across his arm, like feathers softly brushing over, making his heart itch slightly, and his slender fingertips gently pinched.
He had to admit, this female's personality was vile, but her fur was quite good.
Made into a scarf, it should be quite comfortable and warm.
