บท 223: The Harsh Cold Air

Sound asleep, Bai Qingqing's face was flushed, and there were tender leaves hanging by the corners of her lips. She looked peaceful. Parker removed the leaves by the corners of her mouth and adjusted the animal skin covering over her, before lowering his head and licking her lips. "So obedient."

When Bai Qingqing woke up, she felt a hot breath falling upon her face as she breathed. It felt itchy, as though a feather was grazing her face. Murmuring, she reached out and tried to shove it away from her face, then instantly felt a prickly and hot tongue licking her face.

"Ooh—" Bai Qingqing shrunk back her head and opened her eyes slightly. "Parker?"

The world before her eyes was strikingly white. Bai Qingqing was dazed for a moment before she slowly started recalling that she and Parker had come out into the mountains.