Leaning against the door of Ice Chunk’s room, Ke Mo perked up his ears but heard nothing at all.
Did Ice Chunk see anything?
Had she already gone to sleep?
Ke Mo pondered for a moment, thinking whether he should slip in another note. After all, Ice Chunk might overlook something from time to time…
For example, when someone stays in a hotel, those little ads with phone numbers.
They always wait for that lonely single to rough it through the long, torturous night, only to discover it peeking out from under the door when they’re ready to leave the next morning.
Its only purpose is to remind you.
Beauty often arrives unexpectedly, and by the time you notice, it’s already past its freshness date…
So what to do?
If it were Zhong Zhenyue or someone else encountering this situation, little Ke Mo could whip up ten or eight solutions in a heartbeat.
But when it came to himself…
The love guru found himself a bit of a three-legged cat.
…..
But little did he know.
Just one door away.
Ying Bing held a piece of paper, peering at the script, her lips twitching uncontrollably.
So, at Wind Moon Small Residence, it wasn’t because Ke Mo had insightful thoughts; the poem was already complete as it was.
There was Hua Nongying’s name in one line, just a coincidence, really.
This was meant to be about him and her.
Ying Bing lowered her eyelids, folding the paper and keeping it hidden for a while before rolling it up and stashing it away.
Only after that did she push open the door.
“Hmm? Ice Chunk, did you see anything?”
“See what?”
Ying Bing tilted her head, looking thoroughly confused.
Ke Mo was taken aback, glancing down—Ice Chunk didn’t see anything? But there was nothing on the floor!
Could it have been blown away by the wind?
He stepped into the room, checking corners and such, but found nothing.
“Ke Mo.”
“Ah?”
“On the top floor of Biyun Tower, it seems there are mosquitoes. Let me add… a seal.”
Ying Bing gently closed the door, speaking in all seriousness, complete nonsense.
“?”
Is that even reasonable?
Ke Mo looked up, the Biyun Tower was so high that even birds had a tough time fluttering up there. What kind of mosquito was so impressive?
But Ying Bing was already lounging on her chaise, kicking off her shoes, with her fair legs casually crossed, her dreamy eyes slightly glazed as her lips parted, ready to say something but forgetting it.
Ke Mo: “!”
I don’t care if it’s reasonable or not!
This is the logic!
He suddenly rushed over, picking up Ice Chunk and placing her across his lap, her icy fragrance wrapping around him, soft and smooth—a logic that was both lofty and solid.
Looking up, he was greeted by her moonlit face, the corners of her lips inadvertently catching a stray hair, which he absentmindedly tucked behind her ear.
Ying Bing indeed had something to say, but the warmth at the corner of her mouth made her forget it all in an instant.
“Practice… let’s practice.”
Ice Chunk was now acutely aware that there was indeed a physical difference between them.
Otherwise, why would she feel so… awkward?
Plus, he felt warm…
“Let’s hug a bit longer.”
Ke Mo had a righteous expression on.
Everyone knows, a gentleman can be fooled by logic, meaning gentlemen understand the rules and reason. Just present your argument, and they couldn’t hold out.
Little Ke Mo simply couldn’t hold out.
Who could resist such logic, which danced like a startled swan, flowed like a wandering dragon, and smelled so fragrant, possessing an impressive elasticity…
“Well… just a little longer.”
A tremor ran through Ying Bing’s serene eyes, and she ultimately agreed.
She had taken her frustration out on him today, so… why not let him be a little willful?
And the result was…
…A whole incense stick’s worth of time passed.
Friendly reminder: If you think this book is good, to avoid losing it next time, please remember to add it to your shelf!
….
A little over half an hour passed.
…..Almost an hour passed.
Ying Bing gradually lost count of how many times she wanted to speak up to put a stop to it, but every time the thought reached her lips, it was pulled back by that warm, fuzzy feeling.
It was like waking up on a freezing winter morning, glancing at the clock, realizing it’s time to go to work or school.
At first, she was determined to get up, but the cold wind blew her back under the covers, and soon, all she could think was just one more minute, just five more minutes, just ten more minutes…
In the end, she fell asleep, completely sealed in the warmth of her bed.
Ying Bing’s neck turned red.
She let out a soft breath, glancing at Li Mo’s neck.
Right, the seal…
“Ice Chunk, do you want to be sealed?”
“?”
Seeing the sparkle in his eyes, Ying Bing shifted her gaze to the side and said:
“I don’t need to.”
Little Li, in all seriousness, replied, “But there are mosquitoes on the top of Biyun Tower.”
“It’s fine, those mosquitoes can’t handle Ice…”
Phoenix Sky Empress’s fingers curled up, not even knowing what she was saying.
Oddly enough, little Li could resonate with her mood. He lifted a finger from his thigh:
“What if, I mean, what if, there’s a mosquito that really enjoys a bit of Ice?”
“I quite like snow cones too…”
Ying Bing remained silent, staring at him, realizing he wasn’t trying to add a seal.
He was hinting at wanting to be that mosquito that loved eating ice.
“Big sister.”
“…..”
Ying Bing’s heart skipped a beat as she turned her gaze to the side.
She said nothing, but the rosy blush creeping up her snow-white neck exposed the truth about that gentleman’s big mouth.
Li Mo took a deep breath, as if he was about to do something especially solemn and sacred!
He lowered his head.
The Cold Fairy’s gaze was slightly out of focus; she didn’t feel pain, only an itch, a sensation that spread from her neck throughout her whole body.
She instinctively tightened her grip on Li Mo’s shoulders.
“Hmm?”
Li Mo lifted his head, looking a bit puzzled, and even licked his lips.
“Done, the seal is complete. It’s time to head back and rest.”
“Hmm….”
“Good.”
So, in the dark of night, little Li lingered reluctantly after savoring his ice, bowing low as he returned to his room.
Eating what he loved, wanting more next time.
Ying Bing lounged on the chaise for a while, feeling she had regained enough energy to walk.
The chilly Cold Fairy finally returned to her bed.
What was that noise?
Oh… It was the sound of her heartbeat and her breathing…
Ying Bing picked up the mirror from the bedside, using the moonlight to check her neck, slightly taken aback.
There was a moist patch, but no red marks.
This mosquito was oddly kind—it really did just love ice, only eating without biting.
“Thinking of that stuff every day in my head.”
“Yet I’m such an idiot…”
She calmed herself for a moment before remembering something: the last system ranking cooldown had already passed.
It was time to start ranking again.
She had wasted a few days.
[Hey hey hey, host, you don’t even need the system to remind you to think of me. How strange! You used to focus exclusively on getting stronger, but it seems you’re actively engaging with rankings lately.]
“…..”
Ying Bing sat on the edge of her bed, feeling dazed by those random characters.
After a while, the system spoke up again:
[Next, please draw a punishment from the last victor’s mind.]
[What will it be this time?]
[Are you a little excited?]
