Feng Qianche took out the tongue of fire from his pocket and pushed the door gently. There was a "click" and thick snow fell from the edge of the door.
When it touched her fair cheek, she felt a chill.
"Stay back a little." Feng Qianche's cool voice reached her eardrums, and she felt that he had become particularly gentle without her realizing it.
"There should be no one." Luo Qingchen glanced at the spider webs all around and said, "Have all the spiders here turned into snow spiders?"
The next second, Feng Qianche flicked his right hand, and the white spider instantly fell to the ground.
He frowned and said, "Poisonous."
After the sound fell, he said as he walked inside: "But this place can accommodate us for a few days."
Although there was a thick layer of dust on the wooden pile, fortunately there was a candlestick with some wax inside.
Although it is covered with snow, it can be lit even if there are tongues of fire.
"Once upon a time, there should have been people living here, but not anymore." Luo Qingchen looked around and said, "Judging from the thickness of the dust, it must be twenty years old."
"Yeah." Feng Qianche frowned, feeling a strange throb in his heart.
I always felt that I had a different feeling in my heart after entering this room. It was not fear or uneasiness.
Maybe it's... missing.
It was ten o'clock in the night, and the sky was dark, except for heavy snow.
Feng Qianche got some fish from somewhere, and after lighting a fire, they roasted them for a special aroma.
"Is there any fish in such a cold place?" Luo Qingchen smelled the fish fragrance and her stomach growled.
Suddenly I miss the snacks I bought from the town, especially the attractive looking gourds.
Along the way, they were fighting and jumping off cliffs, and they were already exhausted.
"Have you ever heard of the story about lying on the ice begging for a carp?" Feng Qianche shook his head helplessly, looking at her face coveting the delicious food, a faint smile unconsciously formed on the corner of her mouth.
Far away from the cold palace and the hustle and bustle of Chang'an.
At this time, in this deserted and broken house, he actually felt an inexplicable warmth.
Ding—the favorability is increased by ten, and the task completion rate is 60%.
"So you just went to sleep on the ice?" Luo Qingchen was stunned for a moment and looked Feng Qianche up and down, with disbelief in his eyes.
"..." He looked at her with a helpless expression and said, "I have a sword."
"Oh oh oh! Let me just say..." She smiled awkwardly and murmured in a low voice: "How can body temperature melt ice so quickly..."
Feng Qianche probably heard the words she underestimated in a low voice. He narrowed his deep eyes and said, "You think my embrace is not warm enough, but when I jumped off the cliff, you tore my clothes..."
"I... I was nervous!" Luo Qingchen trembled with embarrassment and said, "Who wouldn't be nervous in that situation?"
"Then why are you blushing now?" With a faint glimmer in his starry eyes, he stared at her seriously.
She might not be so nervous if she didn't say some things, but if she did, she could feel her heart pounding, completely out of control.
Feng Qianche stood up slowly, looked at her deeply, and walked slowly towards her direction.
Luo Qingchen took a deep breath and looked at his beautiful face, his deep eyes and thin lips. The moment he came close to her, she suddenly closed her eyes. (To be continued)