Ice Block had no idea what she was saying, but Li Mo heard her perfectly clearly.
As everyone knew, Little Li was no longer the person he had once been. His martial attainments had long ceased to be those of a Wu underling.
A move like fishing the moon from the bottom of the sea was something he could pull off with a casual lift of his hand.
He wrapped an arm around Ice Block's waist and swept her up in a bridal carry.
Strange.
Why did Ice Block feel noticeably softer than before? When they pressed together, they fit seamlessly... and the ripples of autumn water in her eyes made him want to hold her even tighter, made his teeth itch just from looking at her.
Little Li's mouth had ideas of its own. It wanted to lower itself and take a bite out of her.
"Wait." Ying Bing came back to herself and hurriedly pressed a hand against his face.
"What is it?"
Li Mo wore a solemn expression, as though eating ice were some sacred and serious affair.
"There's still your blood on my clothes. I haven't washed them." Ice Block covered the Big-Headed Doll. She looked aloof, but her tense fingers curled inward.
Li Mo looked at her chest and gave a light cough. "It's not like I wanted to eat that badly. My teeth were just a little itchy."
"Tonight, stew a basin of spicy ginger chicken feet. Stick your hand in and pick at them."
"I don't think chicken feet will help much."
Without changing expression, Li Mo summoned his Somersault Cloud.
At least he was now a childish brat who stood tall beneath the sky. Even his Somersault Cloud had become a riot of dazzling colors, looking far more impressive.
Ying Bing pursed