A Man's Mouth, A Lying Ghost

At the foot of the mountain that was filled with snow, there were only two black figures.

Others would never be able to see Jun Shiling, who had always been noble and arrogant, accompanying Xia Wanyuan in a snowball fight.

"CEO Jun." Xia Wanyuan hooked her finger at Jun Shiling.

"Huh?" Jun Shiling threw away the snowball in his hand and walked towards Xia Wanyuan. Xia Wanyuan raised an eyebrow slightly, and the snowball hidden in her right hand instantly smashed into Jun Shiling's face.

Jun Shiling helplessly wiped the snow off his face, took off his scarf, and wrapped it around Xia Wanyuan's red hand. The scarf still had Jun Shiling's warm body temperature. "Are you happy?"

"Mm." Xia Wanyuan nodded. She had only sighed with emotion. Actually, she would be fine after a period of mediation. Now that she had played here for so long, no matter how unhappy she was, her mood would become better.