Whirling snow descended, the moonlit night frigid and desolate.
Xu Yuan saw Liu Ruoxue's state and immediately understood the place she was bitten must be somewhere unspeakable.
He didn't bother with superfluous words, simply saying, "Excuse me," as he reached out to grab the waistband.
"Don't... it's a bit too soon."
Blush crept over Liu Ruoxue's cheeks, though she still stubbornly blocked his hand.
Xu Yuan caught her meaning, lifted the hem of her skirt, and without giving her a chance for resisting yet yearning, he crawled inside.
After all, he had worn skirts before and knew where to enter to save trouble.
Liu Ruoxue felt somewhat embarrassed but was not angered.
Xu Yuan steadied his spirit and focused on the deep area of Liu Ruoxue's pale legs.
Through the hazy moonlight, one could vaguely see there were two faint tooth marks. They didn't seem to bleed, yet there lay a few droplets—unclear whether it was venom or Liu Ruoxue's sweat from nervousness.
