Chapter 130 Furnace

The top layer of blankets belonged to Mo Linyuan; there were two layers in total, but he was lying on one layer of blankets, with another layer underneath him.

He lay on his side, supporting his head with his palm, taking up only a small space.

The person trapped under the blanket seemed to feel the pressure and tried to move, but found something on the blanket that they couldn't break free from, so they stopped moving.

Mo Linyuan kept staring at Feng Qingge's sleeping face, and before he knew it, he had also fallen asleep.

The next day, as the sun gradually rose, its warm rays shone on the earth, reflecting a crystal-clear luster onto the thick snow.

Inside the house, Mo Linyuan had woken up early, but the hand on his wrist was still gripping tightly, like a drowning person clinging to a floating boat.

Helpless, he could only wait for the person who was deep in sleep to wake up.

However, after he had been waiting for nearly an hour, Feng Qingge finally opened her eyes and woke up.

"Ugh..." The sticky eyelids finally opened, but they were still a little dry, and the dazed feeling in my head hadn't subsided yet.

However, at that moment, a deep and pleasant voice suddenly rang in her ear, making Feng Qingge think it was her imagination.

"woke up?"

"Huh?" Turning her head, she was startled by the handsome face that suddenly loomed large in front of her. But then Feng Qingge jumped up, her eyes widening in astonishment as she looked at the person who had suddenly appeared and was still lying on her bed.

"You, you, you, you... how did you get here?" She pointed her trembling index finger at the icy man.

Mo Linyuan remained silent, looked down at the scene, and his thin lips formed a straight line.

Feng Qingge received his signal and looked over at him, immediately spotting him tightly gripping her fingers.

In an instant, Feng Qingge felt like chopping off her own hand. "Haha, haha, this must be a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, haha." She laughed dryly, her fingers twitching stiffly before quickly retracting.

"Misunderstanding?" Mo Linyuan raised an eyebrow, his hand finally free. He then propped himself up on the bed and looked at the person staring at him warily. "Last night I came to see you, but who would have thought that you would grab my wrist when I was leaving." He clearly told her that it was her fault.

Feng Qingge's face twitched upon hearing this, and she gave a few forced laughs. "Hehe, hehe, Your Highness, it must be a misunderstanding. Last night, I thought there was a stove swaying in front of me, so I tried to grab it. I never expected it to turn out like this." At this moment, she was devastated. If she had known that the stove last night was him, she would never have grabbed it even if she were beaten to death.

"Oh? A stove?" Mo Linyuan's tone became more dangerous. He stretched out his long legs, slowly got up, and stood by the bed.

“Yes, a stove!” Feng Qingge was afraid he wouldn’t believe her, so she nodded deliberately, very firmly.

Mo Linyuan raised an eyebrow, a hint of wickedness flashing across his icy face. Suddenly, he turned away and said nothing more.

Very good? They actually called him a furnace!

Feng Qingge thought the matter was over, so she breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. Such a shocking start to the day had taken her heart too much.

Little did she know that she thought the matter would be over and forgotten, but the person had already taken it to heart.

With a creak, the door opened, and Mo Linyuan, dressed in a purple robe, walked out of the room. Just then, Hei Ming, who was carrying water nearby, unexpectedly saw his lord walking out of the room of the Third Young Master Feng, still wearing the same purple robe as yesterday, but with many wrinkles all over it.