Feng Cang closed his eyes and leaned in, only to touch a cold sensation. Opening his eyes, he saw a snowball in Murong Qiqi's hand.
"Hahaha! My lord, how does this snowball taste?" Before Feng Cang could react, Murong Qiqi had already jumped off her horse with a silver-bell-like laughter. Her boots stepped on the thick snow, making a "crunch crunch" sound.
"The taste is really good!"
Feng Cang's lips were red from the snow, making his already mesmerizing face even more enchanting, leaving Murong Qiqi captivated.
This handsome man belonged to her! Murong Qiqi suddenly felt a sense of pride and satisfaction, as if having a handsome man made her really accomplished. For a moment, she even forgot the unhappiness brought on by Wanyan Baozhu and the others!
As long as this man had her in mind, why should she care about others chasing after him? Having such an attractive man fancy her was a blessing in itself. No matter what, he was hers! Let others envy and hate!
