The Ice-Cold Snow Woman Had Her Heated Day Too

Mountain-top villa.

Living room.

Ordinary people sat on the sofa, but Li Dan was different—he lay directly in Hachishaku-hime's arms. Whenever he got thirsty, he could simply reach into the bag and quench his thirst.

The television was broadcasting a news report.

"Shocking Major Robbery!"

"Li Superman's eldest son has been kidnapped, and the ransom is one billion yuan."

It was obvious that the culprit was one of Hong Kong's Four Great Thief Kings.

In Li Dan's impression, Hong Kong's wealthy tycoons seemed to get robbed often, and the culprits were always ruthless criminals from the mainland.

The famous ones included Ye Jihuan, who supposedly carried an AK and sprayed bullets through the streets. Of course, that impression came from Hong Kong movies.

As for reality, this was the first time he had actually seen it.

Dusk streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and settled over the wool carpet. Li Dan lay on his side in Hachishaku-hime's arms, his back pressed against her warm palm. The thin blanket wrapped around them still carried the soft, fuzzy warmth of sun-dried fabric.

When Li Dan tilted his head back, the tip of his nose brushed Hachishaku-hime's chin. Before he could speak, her fingertips gently brushed across his brow ridge. The faint calluses on them felt especially tender. Then she bent down, her lips landing lightly at the corner of his mouth like a warm cloud drifting against him, her breath still carrying the sweet scent of the hot cocoa she had made earlier.

"Your Highness, eat..."

Hachishaku-hime straightened up. She had already grown used to His Highness's presence, though she was still a little unaccustomed to it at times.

Li Dan silently lowered his head. After all, his head was only so big.

Perhaps feeling that she had not covered him completely,