Within Cold Ice Valley, the bitter wind still howled. Yet before the frozen Linglong Mountain cave, Fairy Hongxia, dressed in pink, leaned sideways against an icicle with a smile across her face, watching Xiao Hua practice his fists and kicks atop the mirror-smooth ice not far away. When Xiao Hua stopped, Fairy Hongxia slowly walked over, took out a spotless white handkerchief, and wiped his forehead, as though fine beads of sweat covered it.
Xiao Hua did not move. His eyes merely smiled as he looked at the exceptionally gentle and virtuous Fairy Hongxia. "Where would your husband get sweat on his forehead? Yet you insist on wiping it every time!"
Fairy Hongxia wiped carefully, spring in her eyes as she covered her mouth and said, "When I was young, in the countryside outside Luyang Town, I once saw a farmwife wipe the sweat from her husband as he worked in the fields. I was moved by their simple, honest emotions. I swore in my heart that I would seek out the truest emotions in this life, that I would tend to even my husband's most insignificant matters. Now that Xiao Lang has worked so hard, even if there is no sweat, my heart still aches for you. How could I not wipe it?"
"Hehe, when your husband is truly tired, why don't you wipe him down then?" Xiao Hua asked with a wicked grin.
Fairy Hongxia rolled her eyes at him and replied, "At that time, I am tired too. Who is supposed to wipe whom?"
"Ah?" Xiao Hua was greatly stunned. Then, seeing Fairy Hongxia's crafty gaze and bashful expression, his heart stirred. He reached out, embraced her, and laughed. "Then let us work hard a little more..."
"Hehe, I could not ask for more!" Fairy Hongxia's gaze