"Chen Hao, save me!"
Hearing Tang Jing's piercing scream in the dim night, Chen Hao and Ye Yuqiao's expressions suddenly became alert, and they immediately turned around and ran back.
Ye Yuqiao seemed very afraid of the slippery ice underfoot, running with a wobbly gait, and she kept making whimpering sounds.
While running, Chen Hao slowed down, looked sideways at Ye Yuqiao beside him, and simply scooped her up in his arms before continuing to run forward at high speed.
"Hehe! You should have carried me like this from the start!" Ye Yuqiao looked at Chen Hao with a smile on her face.
Chen Hao felt somewhat amused yet helpless; he suddenly thought that the Ye Yuqiao presenting herself to him today was a lively, coquettish, and exquisitely sensitive little girl.
Could this be the real Ye Yuqiao? Chen Hao wondered.
Chen Hao seemed to forget something: through the connection with the Nether King's Heart, Ye Yuqiao could always know what was on his mind.