She turned her head slightly, not daring to meet Wang Fan's concerned gaze, and said softly, "I...I'm fine."

My heart was pounding like a deer, partly from the shock of the cold.

On the other hand, Wang Fan's sudden concern filled her with a unique warmth and shyness.

This was the first time she had ever been held so intimately by a man; the feeling was both unfamiliar and made her heart race.

She lowered her head slightly, her cheeks flushed like ripe apples, her eyes filled with shyness and panic.

However, Wang Fan was focused on the cold and the direction they were heading, and did not notice her unusual behavior.

Bingmei gently bit her lip, feeling Wang Fan's strong arms encircling her.

The warmth spread throughout her body from the point of contact, making her almost forget the biting cold around her.

Her heartbeat grew clearer in her ears, as if it were about to burst out of her chest.

However, this moment of beauty was soon shattered by the harsh environment.

As the sand sculptures continued to climb higher into the sky, the cold surged in like a raging tide, threatening to engulf them completely.

Wang Fan also gradually found it difficult to bear the cold. Originally, he relied on his high physical condition and his tolerance to cold far exceeded that of others.

But at this moment, the extreme cold in the sky seemed to penetrate his body, reaching right to his bone marrow.

His jaw began to chatter involuntarily, and his fingers, gripping the sand sculpture feather, gradually stiffened.

At this critical moment, Wang Fan suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He endured the cold and took out the water-repelling bead from his system inventory.