The city gate tower was bathed in a captivating dusk yellow.

The Ice Fairy was nestled in the arms of an unknown little tyrant who prospers his wife, searching for something delicious. The rosy hues on her cheeks were far more enchanting than the evening glow.

At first, it was from a kiss, then it was because she couldn't catch her breath.

After a while, Li Mo finally let go of Ying Bing, whose steps were unsteady. She gasped for air like a fish out of water, her eyes drooping with a faint gaze.