Murong Brothers instinctively refused to think about whether all his younger sisters might fall in love with Duan Old Devil.
Actually, he would be quite happy if his good brother Duan Yun became his brother-in-law. After all, they knew each other inside out. But when he imagined every one of his sisters having Duan Yun as her sole brother-in-law, he could not bear it.
All his sisters were beautiful young maidens, lovelier than flowers, peerless beauties of the mortal world. Duan Yun would be enjoying life far too much.
He truly feared his brother would suffer, yet he also feared his brother would marry his sisters—a whole flock of sisters.
At the thought of Duan Yun marrying a pile of his sisters, Murong Brothers' face had already turned incomparably bleak.
He lay there like a corpse.
Seeing him like this, Qing Yu no longer felt like mocking him.
All that could be said was that some men stood tall enough to prop up the heavens, while others toppled at the first gust of wind. Murong Brothers clearly belonged to the latter.
At this time, Qing Yu also closed her eyes and chose to rest.
Since she only appeared at night, she was not mentally exhausted. Yet she knew that her body was in an extremely fatigued state and needed proper rest.
As she slept, she could not help rubbing her chest and grumbling, "Little girl, make them smaller. Don't smash mine flat."
Very quickly, the crack within this snowy peak fell silent.
Qing Yu and Ning Qing must have been exhausted from the day's events. Before long, their steady breathing could be heard.
The wind outside remained fierce. Through the ice layer, they could vaguely make out part of the scenery beyond.
Murong Brothers lay there with his eyes shining