Since the military camp had been fully stocked with food and winter clothes, Lu Qiqi spent her days in the camp either eating and drinking or sleeping.

Aside from the extremely cold weather, life here is simply blissful, like being in paradise.

However, she quickly realized that she hadn't seen Ruda since she saw him at the dock.

Even though there's no fighting in the barracks and no training in winter, is Lu Da still busy with military affairs?

Lu Qiqi had nothing to do, so she passed the time by thinking casually.

What she didn't know was that as soon as Lu Da returned to the military camp, Song Yanqing handed over the mess left behind by Wu Guangping to him to deal with.

With a daunting task ahead, Lu Da was constantly spinning around the Dongying camp, like a top.

That day, the north wind suddenly stopped.

Cotton-like white snowflakes drifted down from the sky.

As usual, Lu Qiqi stayed in Song Yanqing's large tent, eating fruit, roasting over a charcoal fire, and leaning against a low couch next to a low table.

To make her more comfortable, Song Yanqing specially ordered Nineteen to find a soft cushion.

In this way, Lu Qiqi wouldn't feel tired even if she sat for a long time all day.

Of course, Song Yanqing had his own selfish motives for doing this.

After all, if Lu Qiqi is uncomfortable staying in the tent and hides in her spatial dimension, where will he find her?

Lu Qiqi turned to the last page of the storybook, and the ending of the story made her click her tongue in amazement.

She secretly marveled at how exciting and unexpected the writings of her ancestors were!

Lu Qiqi closed the storybook and placed it aside.

She raised her hands and stretched her neck and shoulders; her neck was a little sore from looking down for so long.

Just as she was about to see what Song Yanqing was doing, the curtain of the main tent was lifted.

The chill outside the tent immediately seeped into the tent.

When Shijiu ran into the tent, he still had unmelted snow on his head.

"Village head, it's snowing outside! A lot of snow!"

"Spread a thick layer on the ground!"

Nineteen was a year younger than Lu Qiqi, so he naturally retained some of his childlike nature. He smiled broadly, his eyes disappearing as he walked up to Lu Qiqi.

He had been outside the tent for a long time, and the chill emanating from him enveloped his entire body. When he approached Lu Qiqi, a chill was transmitted to her.

Song Yanqing noticed their movements, stopped writing, and looked at the two of them.

Then, as if presenting a treasure, Nineteen unfolded a ball of snow in her palm for Lu Qiqi to see.

A clump of snow froze his hands red, but he seemed oblivious, loving the snow in his hands.

Lu Qiqi looked at the snow that had melted a little and couldn't help but reach out and poke it.

Snow is different from ice; it is inherently loose, and it crumbled when she poked it with her index finger.

Lu Qiqi has been holed up in the military camp for several days, spending her free time going into her spatial dimension to hug rabbits and pet tigers.

This was the first time she had ever seen snow in this world.

Recalling the snowball fights with my junior brothers and sisters on the mountain in my past life, I felt a strong urge to do the same.

Just then, Nineteen was holding a snowflake nearby, tempting her.

How can we tolerate this?

Absolutely not!

Lu Qiqi said, "Let's go, let's go out of the camp and have a snowball fight!"

She had barely finished speaking when she heard a cough coming from the direction of the desk.

Both of them turned their gaze to the person who had coughed.

Their synchronized movements, coupled with their expectant expressions, made Song Yanqing unable to utter the words of advice she had intended to give.

He then changed the subject, saying, "It's cold outside, wear more clothes."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tent flaps immediately fell down.

Those who had been on the low couch rushed out of the tent like a gust of wind.

He left behind a "I understand" and then vanished.

"Ah! Village chief, you're cheating! You actually launched a sneak attack!"

"This isn't cheating; it's all about deception in war!"

Laughter drifted into the tent from outside, and Song Yanqing smiled slightly as he picked up his pen again and began to write.

The two had been playing outside for an unknown amount of time, and their voices grew increasingly louder.

Just as Song Yanqing finished writing and was about to leave the tent to take a look outside, a red figure rushed in from outside the tent and bumped into him.

A sharp pain shot through my chest.

The person in his arms also let out a cold hiss.

"Ouch! Why are you so hard?!"

The moment Lu Qiqi looked up, Song Yanqing saw a red mark on her forehead from the impact.

He took in her face, then leaned down and gently placed a kiss on her forehead.

Lu Qiqi blinked, not quite understanding what was going on, but she felt a warm touch on her forehead.

"Village Chief, you're cheating again! Let's fight again!"

Nineteen lifted the curtain and saw Song Yanqing embracing Lu Qiqi. The two were so close that his eyes widened suddenly.

But the next moment, his vision went completely black, and then he was pulled back into the snowdrift by a brute force.

When he opened his eyes, he saw An Yi standing in front of him.

Nineteen mouths gaped open, and after a long pause, they finally reacted, "Big brother, the young master, the young master and the village head..."

An Yi looked at Nineteen with pity, as if he were looking at a fool.

He sighed almost imperceptibly before saying, "Luckily I reacted quickly and saved your life, otherwise you would have been in big trouble!"

The thought of Deputy General Lu, who had just returned to the military camp and was immediately assigned to the East Camp, inexplicably made him feel a pang of sympathy for him.

After realizing what had happened, Nineteen covered her mouth and let out a smug laugh.

Lu Qiqi didn't know that Nineteen had lifted the tent flap, and she was almost numb from the cold.

She drew warmth from Song Yanqing's embrace, and after a while, she struggled out of his arms and looked up at him again.

Then, Song Yanqing's pleasant voice rang out, "Is it fun?"

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