Imagination Is Not As Good As Actual Combat

After landing at the airport and sitting for a few hours by car, they finally stopped at a hotel decorated with ice castles.

Looking out of the window, they could see the snow-capped mountains rising straight up into the sea of clouds. They could feel the cold mist rising from the clouds. The clear blue sky looked like it had been washed by water. The exquisiteness of nature was as if it had been meticulously carved by god.

Ning Dai's heart was beating fast when she opened the window. However, the window was closed by someone.

"Be careful of catching a cold. Do you want to rest first or eat something first?"

Ning Dai, who had wanted to express her dissatisfaction, was coaxed into fainting by the magnetic and gentle voice. She coughed lightly and put on a noble look. "Eat first."

Mo Chen pinched her little nose and his eyes were filled with a gentle smile. "What do you want to eat? I'll call the front desk to send it over."