In the ice house inside the cave, the two lay together, looking at each other. Lan Mengqin hugged herself and said:
"A-Ming, you're not going to do anything strange to me, are you? I'm still young, so I'm warning you—don't try anything."
She eyed him suspiciously. After all, a lone man and woman were sharing a room, and outside was a blizzard. It really was a little dangerous.
Of course, she still trusted him. They had known each other for over six years, after all, and she had that much faith in him. But everyone knew Chen Ming was a perverted lecher. Who knew what he might do?
She was just a weak, pitiful, helpless little mage. If Chen Ming, this big bad wolf, set his sights on her and devoured her whole, she would not be able to resist.
"Of course not. Don't worry—you're mine anyway. Naturally, I'll wait until you're at your most beautiful and mature before enjoying you."
Chen Ming reached out and pinched her delicate cheek. Other than still looking somewhat youthful, Lan Mengqin was already no different from an adult.
She was one meter sixty tall, carrying the chill of ice and snow, along with the poise of a young lady from a great family. If she went to Blue Star, people would believe she was an adult.
Lan Mengqin's cheeks flushed pink. She snorted, then turned over and faced away from him. "Hmph! Who's yours? Don't get full of yourself, you big pervert, you lecher!"
Seeing this, Chen Ming pressed himself against her from behind, wrapping both arms tightly around her. His one-meter-eighty frame half enveloped her one-meter-sixty figure.
Her cheeks turned even redder, but she merely puffed them out and did not struggle. Clearly, she had tacitly allowed it.
"Mengqin, give me a