A spot on Heavenly Sword Peak.
With the greatest excitement, Yue Wuhua let Shuang Yue drag her forward through the grass on their bellies.
"Are you sure we won't be spotted crawling around like this?" Yue Wuhua had been skeptical the whole time.
"Of course not—" Shuang Yue had meant to say that there was no way.
But then she remembered how Ye Xiaoyao had caught her in the grass last time.
She wasn't so sure anymore.
"W-we probably won't, right?" Shuang Yue said uncertainly.
Yue Wuhua rubbed her forehead helplessly.
She stared intently ahead. The sweet scent of a young woman wafting through the air made it impossible for her to keep calm. Her hand inched toward a warm spot, testing the waters.
The next second.
Shuang Yue's body stiffened as she stared at her small hand, now covered by Yue Wuhua's.
"Are you... feeling okay?"
Shuang Yue had gradually evolved from a gentle young woman into a sharp-tongued master of the household.
Yue Wuhua explained, looking aggrieved, "My dear wife, I'm cold..."
"Who's your wife? And this is Supreme Heaven. People call their wives 'my lady.'" Shuang Yue rolled her eyes at her, then looked ahead again. "Besides, the Cat Princess hasn't agreed yet."
After all these years, Yue Wuhua looked even more aggrieved. "When is she ever going to agree?"
"How would I know?" Shuang Yue replied crossly.
Looking at the young woman within arm's reach, Yue Wuhua's heart began to race. Then, in a sudden decision that went against her ancestors' teachings, she scooped Shuang Yue up and held her tight against her chest.
Shuang Yue's cheeks flushed. She glared angrily at Yue Wuhua. "Are you really that cold?"
The unspoken meaning was: I already let you warm your hands.
*Now you're pushing your luck and