"Noisy..."

Wu Chen, bitten on the lips and tongue, felt the pain, but he couldn't bear to let go of Hua Qingcheng. He continued to endure the pain and hugged Hua Qingcheng again, rolling in the snow. Even in the bloody battle, he still kissed her. But as they kissed, his hands began to wander restlessly on Hua Qingcheng's body, and his two long legs would occasionally hook around Hua Qingcheng's legs...

"What are you doing?"

Situ Ye had never imagined that after searching for Hua Qingcheng in the snow for a whole day and night without sleep, he finally found her, only to see her hugging, rolling and kissing a bald monk in gray robes. If he had come a little later, the bald monk might have given birth to several children...

The two men, who were engaged in a verbal battle in the snow, suddenly heard a powerful shout. Hua Qingcheng tilted her head slightly and saw Situ Ye, dressed in black, glaring at her angrily.

"My dear sister, who is he?"

Wu Chen, who was always looking for trouble, brushed Hua Qingcheng's messy hair and kissed her on the side of her face with a "bo" sound. He then held her in his arms, raised his heroic eyebrows, and looked provocatively at Situ Ye, who was glaring at him with anger. If his eyes could turn into swords, he would have been shot to death thousands of times.

"Ah... Aye, is... is it you?"

Hua Qingcheng was struck by lightning, and for a moment she seemed to hear the sound of shattering glass. (Situ Ye: No, that was the sound of my heart breaking!)

Then she pushed Wu Chen away and struggled to get up from the snow, but she stumbled and fell down, then struggled again to get up from the snow.

"Ah...Aye, where are you?"

Hua Qingcheng stretched out her hands, exploring left and right. As she passed a snowy slope, she fell down. Her feigned blindness made Wuchen, who was sitting on the snow, twitch his lips slightly.

"Qingcheng, you...what's wrong with you?"

Situ Ye, who was originally furious, saw his young wife stumbling in the snow, and suddenly felt extremely distressed and rushed to her.

"Aye, I... I think I've been in the snow for too long and have snow blindness."

Hua Qingcheng reached out and felt around, and it took her a long time before she touched Situ Ye's broad and solid chest.

"Qingcheng, don't be afraid. I'll take you to see my third brother in a moment."

Situ Ye took Hua Qingcheng into his arms and hugged her tightly. Then he tore off a piece of cloth from the hem of his clothes, and then lightly and skillfully wrapped the cloth around Hua Qingcheng's eyes.

"Qingcheng, cover your eyes first to avoid further injury." Situ Ye said with great concern.

"Aye, thank you!"

Hua Qingcheng first touched Situ Ye's broad and solid chest, and then touched his handsome face.

"Qingcheng, is this flower monk taking advantage of your eye injury to bully you? Rest here for a while, I'll be back soon."

After helping Hua Qingcheng sit aside, Situ Ye clenched his fists until they made a creaking sound, and walked step by step towards Wu Chen who was sitting on the snow in front of him.

Quietly pulling down the cloth strip and looking at the jealous second husband who was sharpening his knife, how could Hua Qingcheng dare to say no at this moment?

She could only wish that Wuchen monk good luck in her heart. She hoped that his gods and Buddhas would protect him and not be beaten too badly by Situ Ye...