Qian Baitao Wanted to Try Harder!

Yimo felt like his mind had gone completely blank. In just an instant, his consciousness had already returned.

Whoooosh-!

The north wind howled past, and snow and ice stretched as far as the eye could see.

Yimo stared at the pale world, at the stretches of snow-covered mountains beneath the overcast sky, dumbfounded!

"Shit!"

"Why am I back in this godforsaken place?!"

That's right!

In this round of random teleportation, all the other players had been teleported away.

But Yimo had somehow ended up back in that barren, godforsaken snowy wasteland!

He could even see the snow pits the players had trampled out earlier!

But wait?

Why did his butt feel so warm and soft?

It felt completely different from when he'd been sitting on the snow earlier!

It was like the difference between heaven and earth!

Yimo sat up straight. His lower back was getting tired, so he instinctively reached a hand behind him to prop himself up.

Along with a sensation as soft as cotton candy, but even springier, came a sweet, melodious whimper!

"Yip!"

Yimo thought the sound and that incredibly soft, accommodating sensation felt strangely familiar. He turned around without thinking!

He saw Qian Baitao lying in the snow. Her flushed face looked as though it could be squeezed to release peach juice, and her orange hair was spread across the snow. She looked a little seductive, with a hint of ambiguity in her eyes.

Uh...

Hadn't he nicknamed her "Pear God"?

What a coincidence-had he and Qian Baitao really been teleported to the same place?

His luck was way too good!

Yimo's hand was still on one of Qian Baitao's particularly accommodating parts. Although his body instinctively didn't want to move away, as if his hand had been weighed down with lead, reason still told