Shang Xiye's eyes, as vast as the Milky Way, darkened, and his ten fingers curled slightly, but he obediently stood still.

This mischievous little thing, she thinks she's teasing someone.

Pouring oil into the heart of someone whose heart is burning with rage will come at a price.

Shang Xiye's gaze was intense, even more so than the campfire beside him.

His gaze was fixed on his young wife, who was skipping and jumping in the snow. At that moment, he could see no one else in the world.

The young female bandit quickly completed the remaining formation.

She returned to Shang Xiye's side with a joyful laugh, tilting her little face up and saying, "Alright, Your Majesty..."

Before he could even utter the word "Master," a certain prince pulled him up, swallowing the rest of his words into his burning lips.

Ma Chengrao, who was standing next to him, suddenly turned around.

Upon witnessing the spectacular scene of lightning striking the earth, he exclaimed "Ouch!" several times, looking as if he had been blinded by the dazzling light.

Wanqikaf's face also flushed slightly as she looked at Ji Fengming sitting opposite her with a mixture of admiration and regret.

Ji Fengming touched his nose: "..."

Girl, don't look at me, it won't make a difference.

Black Owl lowered his head slightly, his handsome, almost demonic face appearing even more alluring in the firelight.

His thick, curled eyelashes completely obscured his alluring eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, the firewood in the campfire crackled, and a tiny spark flew straight towards the back of Ji Fengming's hand, which was resting on his knee.

Ji Fengming was still immersed in his awkwardness with Wanqikafu and didn't even notice this little thing.

Without a second thought, Black Owl swiftly grabbed his hand with one hand and tossed it upwards, while using the other hand to grab Xue Mo'er to block the flying sparks. The movements were fluid and natural.

When Ji Fengming noticed something and looked down, Hei Xiao had already scattered the extinguished sparks and the snow foam.

I held my own hands; they were slightly cool.

Just as Hei Xiao was about to pull his hand back, Ji Fengming grabbed it and pulled him closer to the fire.

The boy's gentle and clear voice was frank and full of concern: "Xiao Chen, why are your hands so cold? Warm them up quickly. Are you not dressed warmly enough? I have a few fur coats here. Do you want one?"

"No need, I'm not cold, I'm just naturally more prone to feeling cold," Black Owl politely declined.

"You're prone to feeling cold? Then you should wear even more layers," Ji Fengming said, flipping his hand to take out a snow-white fox fur cloak from his storage ring and draping it over Hei Xiao without further ado.

The snow-white cloak draped over Black Owl's body made his alluring yet frosty face appear even more aloof.

Like a fiery lotus blooming atop a cold front, it is passionate and beautiful, yet aloof and unapproachable.

It is captivating, yet too precious to be desecrated.

Across from her, Wanqikaf silently withdrew her lingering gaze.

Her gaze swept over the black owl's jade-like fingers.

Then, when it landed on her own slender and delicate fingers, she immediately looked at them with disgust.

Wanqika couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

All the men in this world are so good-looking, it's like they're leaving no way for girls to survive!

Ma Chengrao, a straight man in his forties, sniffed with boredom and looked puzzled: "Miss Kafu, did you burn this dish? I feel like there's a faint sour smell in the air."

Wanqika glanced at him casually: "Uncle, are you ever married? Do you have a wife and children?"

Ma Chengrao was stunned: "...I'm more than two rounds older than you, Miss Kaf, we're not a good match!"

Wanqikaf: "!!!"