In the white ice and snow, there is a place that is slowly collapsing.
The tiny bits of ice and snow began to melt into streams, flowing toward the bottom of the depression.
Then, a white and beautiful arm suddenly stretched out from the indentation, with fire snakes spewing around its skin. It swam freely in the surrounding ice and snow, melting and loosening them quickly.
Medea dug half of her body out of the snow pile and gasped for breath, as if she had not yet recovered from the natural disaster.
Then, her throat moved involuntarily and she made a choking sound with some complex and indescribable emotions.
"Woo..."
Her tears flowed from her eyes and quickly evaporated in the flames.
However, the woman soon shook off her grief and began to turn around and frantically dig at the ice and snow.
Even if he's dead, at least we want to see the body.
She didn't have the ability to use fire, so she just used her hands to dig at the ice and snow, and soon her ten fingers turned black and purple.
Finally, a face appeared from the ice and snow.
Medea did not blindly pull him out of the snow, but carefully dug away the snow that was pressing on him. Finally, with her fingers trembling as if in fear, she tried to feel his breath and pulse in his neck.
I pressed my fingers on his carotid artery and felt the strong beating underneath.
He is still alive.
At this moment, Medea seemed to be finally relieved, and her tense whole body relaxed.
However, she soon realized another problem.
Even though his fingers were in direct contact with his skin, he strangely showed no signs of losing control.
"Yes, you have suppressed the fear." Medusa's voice sounded coldly from her heart, "You are no longer afraid of him."
"Is my male phobia cured?" Medea asked in surprise, but then she realized something was wrong.
"That's not the case. You just excluded him from the category of 'disgusting men' in your heart." Medusa sneered, "To you, he is now a special individual. Although he is a man, he is not the man who 'poses a threat to you' in your subconscious mind."
"Isn't that great?" Medea keenly heard Medusa's disgust.
"That's not good at all, that's terrible." Medusa said irritably, "I put all my thoughts and wisdom into designing a routine plan to obtain pain with him as the core, but before I could implement it, you told me that you don't hate him anymore? What a joke!"
"Come on, Medusa!" Medea said impatiently, "You just can't bear to see me have an easy life!"
"Weren't you the one who separated me from my painful personality?" Medusa asked her sharply, "If one day you cure your male phobia, will there still be a need for me to exist? I might as well just merge with you again."
Medea ignored her and just stroked the unconscious Ask's cheek in a daze.
"I want to taste him," she said in her mind.
"Can't wait, huh?" Medusa said helplessly, "I don't want to see you guys making love. Wait until I sink into the depths of consciousness."
Soon she stopped talking, and Medea knew that she had closed her senses.