"Snap—"
Cha Naixue whimpered softly, collapsing damply and limp into Xia Feng's arms, her sweet breath panting against his neck, her innocent face flushed red with sweat, completely unconscious.
Mu Qingtong pushed away the little face snuggled against Mr. Xia's neck and then delicately pinched Mr. Xia's jaw to twist his face towards her.
With a light voice full of interest, "Mr. Xia, how do you feel?"
"What do you mean, how do I feel?" Xia Feng blinked.
"Aren't you cold anymore?"
"Oh, that... well, I'm not cold anymore." Xia Feng realized that after Miss Mu's meddling, the temperature inside the capsule bed had increased quite a bit. It was warm and cozy, not cold at all, and his spirit had also become more vigorous.
"And how does it feel to be flanked by two Holy Daughters, with my back supporting you?" Mu Qingtong suddenly asked again.
"Not bad," Xia Feng blurted out, paused, and then added very honestly, "It would be even better if we could add another."
