Xiao Hong and Xiao Hua immediately followed.
Despite the defensive array in place, Mo Yunhan still discussed a temporary solution with Liu Ruzhi to prevent any unexpected events from occurring.
After making the arrangements, he went inside.
The open space that Liu Ruzhi mentioned was not very large.
Moreover, the ground was extremely damp, making it impossible to even sit down.
Jiang Qingwan looked around with disdain, searching for a place to lean against and rest.
Mo Yunhan felt a pang of heartache.
"Wan'er, move aside a bit."
Jiang Qingwan, not understanding what was going on, complained in a soft voice.
Are you going to take off all your clothes so I can use them as padding?
Mo Yunhan raised his palm.
The scorching palm wind, like an invisible fire, quickly baked a dry spot where people could sit.
He then took off his outer garment and laid it on top.
Jiang Qingwan chuckled, "Mo Yunhan, your Blood Moon Divine Skill has this effect too? If you can catch a wild rabbit or pheasant, can you use your internal energy to roast it for me?"
Mo Yunhan sensed the teasing in her voice, and seeing her smiling with her eyes crinkling, he felt both pity and guilt.
He reached out and helped her sit down.
His deep gaze was fixed on her, filled with an unyielding tenderness.
"I'm sorry, I always seem to be putting you in danger."
Although the stone was a bit rough, the warmth of my palm still lingered.
It was warm, much like the kind of earthen bed she used to sleep on.
She was a little tired after a long day of work and waved her little hand lazily.
"Don't flatter yourself. Princess Qingrui is my friend. I'm helping her, and it has nothing to do with you."
As he spoke, his eyelids began to droop, and he then waved to Xiaohua.
Little Flower obediently lay down in front of her; her soft, warm belly was just right to serve as a pillow.
She gently kicked Mo Yunhan with her little feet, then leaned against Xiao Hua and quickly fell asleep.
Xiao Hong paced back and forth anxiously, finally squeezing between Jiang Qingwan and Mo Yunhan, and nestled stubbornly into Jiang Qingwan's arms.
The soft, large tail covered Jiang Qingwan's body.
She even gave Mo Yunhan a provocative smirk.
It's as if to say, "You're not the only one who's useful."
Mo Yunhan laughed.
His gaze fell on Jiang Qingwan's sleeping face, his tenderness almost overflowing.
He slowly placed his hand on the large rock beneath him.
He would occasionally use his internal energy to warm the stone, ensuring it wouldn't be too cold or damp while Jiang Qingwan was asleep.
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