The violent wind whistled and urged the snow flowers along. Fields of view were all hazy. 

Wu Kuang looked at Mu Qingyi who was only wearing a neither thin nor thick robe and a trace of playfulness flahsed through his eyes: “Isn’t Young Lady Mu cold dressed like that?” 

As he spoke, he began to examine Mu Qingyi’s figure. Under the dancing snow, the simple yet elegantly dressed Mu Qingyi’s figure she was proud of was accentuated. Especially under such a simple piece of clothing in the winter, when her robe fluttered in the wind, it couldn’t help but make people fantasize about the magnificent allure underneath the glossy clothing. 

As Wu Kuang spoke, Mo Ling was also examining Mu Qingyi. Indeed, he had already had desires towards her. Unfortunately, his strength was inferior to her’s, and trying to take this woman for himself was harder than climbing the heavens itself. Thus in the past, he hadn’t dared asked for this trouble. 

Towards the Son of Heaven’s undisguised lecherous gazes, Mu Qingyi was as calm as an ice sculpture. Her eyes contained a bit of contempt towards him; clearly this Wu Kuang was not a...