In the end, Ji Nuan still didn't give her little snow wolf a nose.
A certain beast declared that having her own wolf was enough, she didn't need another one—even if it was just made of snow.
A soft, delicate little female was thus tossed onto the heated kang bed by a certain sour snow wolf.
As for the little snow wolf cub on the floor, that certain beast had long flashed a malicious grin and kicked it to the fire pit's side.
The next day, Ji Nuan struggled to climb out of bed at noon and searched high and low but couldn't find her little snow wolf.
She had no choice but to ask Xiu Yan, who furrowed his brows thoughtfully, clearly in a good mood. "Before you went to sleep yesterday, I think you left it by the fire pit."
Ji Nuan instantly pulled a face like a sad puppy. "No way, would I really do something so dumb?"
She was met with a certain orc's enigmatic expression.
