Jiang Zhi gave a hard tug and immediately moved in to seal her incessantly babbling mouth.
Then—
She became like an ice sculpture.
He stood there dumbstruck.
For a whole half-minute, they just stared into each other's eyes, mouth to mouth, her face and neck flushing red, his face and neck also turning red.
Then—
There was no then.
To put it in Second Young Master Xue's words, what, were you expecting a chick who's never even seen an "action movie" to turn into a wolf? Besides, this chick had been oppressed in her dreams for so many years.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, and in the icy, snowy world, Jiang Zhi's palms were sweaty, his beautiful peach blossom eyes misty with moisture, blurring all images except for her clear shadow.
Her eyelashes trembled incessantly, and her face grew redder and redder.