The howling wind carried the snowflakes, blurring the view.
Wu Kuang looked at Mu Qingyi, who was only wearing a long robe that was neither too thick nor too thin, and a teasing glint flashed in his eyes, "Miss Mu, aren't you cold in that outfit?"
As he spoke, Wu Kuang had already started to scrutinize Mu Qingyi's figure. Against the backdrop of the dancing snowflakes, Mu Qingyi, in her simple yet noble attire, highlighted her impressive figure. Especially in the winter season, the single-layer garment's fluttering sleeves provoked tantalizing fantasies about the smooth body underneath.
Wu Kuang's words drew Mo Ling's gaze to Mu Qingyi too. In fact, Mo Ling had long harbored desires for her, but regretfully, his strength was not on par with hers. Taking down this woman was harder than reaching the heavens, so Mo Ling had previously dared not invite misery upon himself.
