"Xiao Taohong, Xiao Taohong," Xuexue said, holding her forehead and couldn't help but shout loudly.
"Little Darling, this mage isn't called Xiao Taohong, call me husband instead," the mage said, then tried to embrace Xuexue who was about to fall to the ground.
Suddenly, a chilling wind swept through from behind. Even though it was June, and the winds should be warm, this wind was different—it was bone-chillingly cold, as though standing in the middle of a snowy winter day.
The mage couldn't help but shiver.
"Whoosh...!"
"Bang bang!"
Although the doors and windows in the room were all securely shut, a fierce gale suddenly erupted within the room.
It caused the windows to rattle loudly.
The eerily subdued atmosphere of the room gave the mage quite a fright.
The room's candles flickered continuously.
"Puff puff."
In a short while, they were all extinguished by the wind.
