Tu Yan's dance must have ended, as applause thundered from all directions, accompanied by cheers as if everyone had been injected with adrenaline. Who knows which gentleman was whistling so skillfully.

It's assumed that Tu Yan's dance was exceptionally beautiful, transporting people to a season of blooming flowers.

Unfortunately, Li Mo didn't see it, but he wasn't interested anyway.

His face was buried in the Ice Fairy's abdomen, his breaths filled with the scent of the Ice Block—a refreshing orchid fragrance that seemed to linger in the heart with each breath, becoming more intoxicating the more he inhaled...