After getting off the plane, a biting cold chill hit her face. The mink coat seemed beautiful, but it wasn't very warm in reality, causing Xia Yanxin to shiver from the cold.
Strong arms tightly embraced her, and she turned her head to glance at him. Wearing a black mid-length down coat, he looked exceptionally handsome.
The scent of cologne seemed no longer off-putting; she nestled peacefully in his arms like a little bunny.
"Master, we'll head to the cabin to rest first, and around noon, we should be able to go skiing," Monica said as she firmly gripped the steering wheel. The road up the mountain was buried under snow. From afar, the undulating mountains and spreading pine forests were covered in white, resembling a fairy-tale ice and snow world.
The group of wooden cabins was situated in the middle of a valley on the mountainside. The snow on the road had been cleared, and the car procession entered slowly.
