Princess of the North Sea...
Xuan Ying's head started hurting again.
"Xuan Ying, you have to catch him..."
The sentence suddenly flashed in Xuan Ying's mind. Catch who? Princess of the North Sea?
Why?
Can't remember, it hurts so much...
Suddenly, Xuan Ying fell into a warm embrace, a gentle voice whispered in his ear, seemingly carrying a calming force.
"Don't think about it."
Chuzheng caressed his back, lowering her voice to comfort him.
Xuan Ying didn't know if the pain was too intense or what, he took the initiative to encircle her waist, burying his face in her abdomen.
When Xuan Ying came to, he was still in Chuzheng's embrace, the posture between them indescribably intimate.
Where their skin touched, warmth slowly spread, as if it could offer his cold body a hint of warmth.
For a moment, Xuan Ying thought, just like this... forever, lost in that warmth.
This thought emerged abruptly, without any warning, yet Xuan Ying didn't want to resist.
Wrong!
