Early the next morning, Mo Lin sat by the bed, looking at the still-sleeping Qian Renxue. He reached out and stroked her soft hair, kissed her one last time, then left the room and returned to the main force heading for Slaughter City.
Mo Lin had only just returned to where the main force was resting, appearing inside his own tent. This operation was no picnic outing, so staying in hotels was naturally out of the question—they had set up camp in the wilderness.
Not long after Mo Lin returned to camp, Snow Empress pushed aside the tent flap and walked in, as though it were a coincidence.
"What a coincidence. I'd barely gotten back, and you came in," Mo Lin said.
"There's suddenly one more person nearby. How could I possibly fail to notice? And I don't think anyone else would dare enter your tent," Snow Empress replied calmly. Even after spending so much time together, Mo Lin still could not hear the slightest emotion in her tone.
"That's true, that's true." Mo Lin nodded somewhat awkwardly. Whenever he spoke with Snow Empress, he always felt like he was pressing a warm face against a cold ass. "So, did you come in for something?"
"Nothing major. Those ten children are waiting for you to teach them. You, their teacher, skipped class for a day. Do you think that's appropriate?" Honestly, if anyone else had said that, emotions would already have flared. But coming from Snow Empress, Mo Lin did not even have the ** to continue the conversation.
"Fine, fine, I'll go teach them, alright?" Mo Lin felt that everyday conversation with Snow Empress was truly torture. He immediately left the tent, hurried over to his students, and began teaching them.
For the remainder of the journey, Mo Lin