Su Ying felt a little woozy in her head. The wine of the Shepherd Tribe was a little too much for her.
She opened her eyes and saw a tall figure walking in. She subconsciously called out, "Xiao Jin, why are you here?"
The figure paused for a moment but still walked over to Su Ying's bed.
"My head hurts a little. Help me massage it," Su Ying mumbled.
The man sat down by the bed, but when his slightly cold fingertips touched her head, Su Ying woke up with a start.
In the next moment, a figure went flying out of the yurt.
Bai Sang's body smashed into the snow viciously. If it weren't for the thick snow, his bones would have been broken.
"Get lost. If you come again, I'll make your head explode."
Bai Sang grimaced in pain as he crawled up from the ground. He turned around and saw Yang Zhong standing not far away with an ominous expression.
"Tribal Chief…"
