Ye Shaoxuan froze for a moment, then began struggling violently. "Put me down, quick."
"Stop complaining. You only need to tell me which way to go."
As she spoke, Su Qiao had already carried him out the window and landed lightly atop a tree outside.
Ye Shaoxuan's face flushed red. "You... How am I supposed to face people after this?"
Although he had wanted her to feel a little sorry for him, he hadn't expected her to...
"How are you supposed to face people?"
"Just be my man. Could it be you still want to be someone else's man?"
She was... She was being far too domineering.
Besides, shouldn't he have been the one to say that?
Although Ye Shaoxuan felt there was something wrong with those words, he inexplicably felt sweet inside. Even his body, stiff from the cold, no longer felt so uncomfortable.
Holding him, Su Qiao flew across treetops and rooftops at incredible speed. Naturally, she was heading toward his courtyard.
She guessed that the hot spring and the like should be in his courtyard.
Ye Shaoxuan pulled his head farther into the quilt, covering his entire face, and reminded her in a muffled voice, "Go to the back mountain. There's a secluded residence in the northwest direction of the back mountain."
Su Qiao changed direction and immediately flew toward the northwest of the back mountain.
A quarter of an hour later, they finally arrived at a huge indoor hot spring pool.
There was a rockery in the pool, and four jade dragon heads around it were spouting steaming hot water.
Mist curled over the entire pool, resembling both clouds and fog. It looked like a scene from an immortal realm.
He certainly knew how to enjoy himself.
Su Qiao complained inwardly before setting Ye Shaoxuan down.