Su Chen didn't even look up. "You don't even have hands. What are you trying to hug?"
He hadn't held her enough yet.
The Ice Empress lowered her head and looked at herself.
Her long, slender legs, her slim waist, her perfect figure, and—
Two hands.
All ten fingers, clear as day.
The Ice Empress said, "...I have hands."
She raised both hands and waved them in front of Su Chen. Her emerald-green eyes were filled with the accusation, Are you blind?
Su Chen glanced at her. "You're still not getting her."
The Ice Empress said, "..."
Damn it!
She muttered a curse under her breath, and her hands itched more and more.
Looking at Su Chen's infuriating face, she wanted nothing more than to unleash Ice Emperor's Wrath and give the ignorant little brat a chilling blast straight through the heart.
But then she glanced at Mu Ye, standing not far away—
The Limit Douluo had kept his gaze fixed straight ahead, as though he had no interest in the farce unfolding here. But the Ice Empress could feel that the man's aura had remained locked onto her the whole time.
If she dared move even a finger, Black Dragon Breath would be in her face the very next second.
The Ice Empress drew a deep breath and swallowed Ice Emperor's Wrath.
One must endure small indignities to accomplish great things.
She, the Ice Empress, knew when to bend and when to stand firm.
Seeing the Ice Empress's furious yet helpless expression put Su Chen in a great mood. He glanced down at the little bundle in his arms. The Snow Empress still had the back of her little head turned toward him, but the tips of her ears were already red.
He handed the Snow Empress over.
"Here.