All the thoughts of Saintess Qian Ling were led astray as he carried her to the bed...
He placed an expanding object into position...
The next morning.
Saintess Qian Ling awoke from a dream as languid as a spring night. She habitually turned over, not falling into her lover's arms, and opened her eyes to see Lin Xiaosu sitting by the window.
In his hand was a cup of tea, a smile on his lips, quietly gazing out the window.
Outside, dark clouds gathered. This year's snow season had already arrived, especially in the Westernmost Land, where the snow season usually preceded Jiangnan.
Saintess Qian Ling stepped her slender foot off the bed, and with that step, her entire attire was in place.
Gracefully approaching, she reached from behind to embrace her lover: "Husband, what are you looking at?"
"Look!" Lin Xiaosu held her hand, pointing outside the window.
