"According to plan, Dunzhu should be getting here today." Mo Lian and Qiao Mu strolled leisurely along the street while holding hands.
It really was quite cold outside. Because it had snowed lightly, the tips of the tree branches still had traces of white.
Mo Lian bent over to straighten the fire sable fur collar for her. He bundled her cloak more tightly around her.
"I'm not cold at all." Qiao Mu raised her head and told him.
However, it couldn't be helped that Crown Prince Mo thought that she was cold. He even used a dim fire spirit to warm her up while holding her petite hand.
Even though the winter wind was cold, the little fellow was feeling hot as they walked. She even wanted to take off her cloak.
"It's cold." Mo Lian drew her collar together again. He reached out to carry her. "I had better carry you. It's very cold!"
Qiao Mu evaded his hug with a reddened face and gave him a glare.
Cold my *ss!
