At the edge of Snowpeak, night passed, and the horizon had already begun to pale with the first light of dawn.
In Jiang Lin's arms, an exceptionally beautiful young woman breathed steadily.
Don't overthink it. Nothing had happened last night. Jiang Lin had merely held Xiao Xueli and slept with her for the entire night.
Although they had spent the night atop the mountain peak, that small bit of cold truly meant nothing to the two of them.
Looking at the girl's long eyelashes—especially those two pale-pink cherry lips beneath her high, delicate nose—Jiang Lin's wicked thoughts stirred again.
That was the thing about men: they were truly prone to pushing their luck. One should never believe "I'll just rub against you a little." That was probably one of the greatest lies men told, no less than claiming they had gone off to learn a foreign language last night.
Bending down, just as Jiang Lin closed his eyes and puckered his lips, like Tom Cat about to plant one on the girl's tender pink lips, he realized that he had kissed something soft and slender.
Opening his eyes, he saw the girl's fragrant finger lightly pressed against his lips.
Although Jiang Lin's "scheme" had been discovered and his old face flushed red, fortunately, his skin was thick enough:
"Just one!"
"No!" Xiao Xueli lowered her lashes, a flush sweeping across her pretty face.
"Really, just one!" Jiang Lin refused to give up his wicked idea.
"No means no! Elder Sister Sword Spirit said so! Men are never satisfied!"
"I'm different."
"Hmph! Big Scumbag Wolf! Ah—"
In the end, Xiao Xueli still failed to fend off Jiang Lin, that Big Scumbag Wolf.
The little lamb was pounced upon by the Big Bad Wolf. The little lamb weakly kicked at the Big