Just after the New Year, the weather was still bitterly cold.
As dawn broke, the heavy snow had covered the entire city of Binhai.
Outside, a vast expanse of white stretched as far as the eye could see, the entire city wrapped in a silvery cloak, a truly beautiful sight.
Wang Xiaoya got up early, her little hand wielding a sword, tracing it back and forth over Long Fei's body.
Long Fei finally opened his eyes, sat up leaning against the headboard, and smiled, "What are you doing?"
Wang Xiaoya tilted her small face and said, "Lin Yingying said she'd split you in half for me. Should I cut horizontally, or vertically?"
Sweat beaded on Long Fei's forehead as he thought to himself that these two women were really generous, even wanting to divide a person.
He glanced at himself and joked, "Cut horizontally. No matter which half, it should still be somewhat usable."
"Get lost!"
