Her body was completely naked. Half of her long emerald hair covered the proud curves of her snow-white figure, while the other half lay scattered across the ice. The four emerald markings on either side of her fair, delicate face glowed faintly.
The Ice Empress had only just come to her senses when she felt warmth against her belly-a palm pressed against her lower abdomen, skin touching skin.
She looked down.
Then she turned her head and met the eyes of the hand's owner.
Yang Xing was looking at her with a frown and a somewhat helpless expression.
A shriek sharp enough to pierce the ice sheet exploded across the frozen plain.
The Ice Empress shot off the ground like a spring, her emerald markings flashing wildly. She hurtled several hundred meters away before landing on her backside in a distant snowbank, clutching her chest with both hands. Soul power formed clothes around her as she bristled all over.
The corner of Qian Renxue's mouth twitched.
The Jade-Eyed Frostwing Chi buried its serpentine head in the snow.
A minute later, the Snow Empress brought the bristling Ice Empress back.
The Ice Empress huddled behind the Snow Empress, revealing only half her face. Her emerald slit pupils watched Yang Xing warily, and both hands clung to the Snow Empress's arm without letting go.
The Snow Empress patted the hands gripping her arm and said evenly, "Bing'er, thank him."
The Ice Empress's face instantly flushed red.
"Why?!"
The Snow Empress glanced at her. "He was the one who healed you."
The Ice Empress froze, then finally began checking her condition.
She lowered her head and flexed her wrists, turned her neck, then stretched her legs.
She felt almost too good.
It was not merely that all her injuries were gone. She even