Also... a snowball fight?
The lady wouldn't fight with her husband, but... she was indeed a bit interested.
Yun Qian bent down and seized a handful of snow, closed her eyes, gathered her strength for a full half-minute, then when she opened her eyes again, a snowy white ball appeared in her hand, looking soft and fluffy like a pastry, lightly pressing on it would leave a fingerprint.
This was the snowball Yun Qian made.
Thinking about it, hitting someone with it wouldn't hurt, just like her, soft and gentle.
Yun Qian walked to Xu Chang'an's back.
"Miss, wait a moment." Xu Chang'an said upon feeling Yun Qian approaching, "I'll clear the path and smooth out the accumulated snow, so later it would be convenient for you to build a snowman... ah..."
Xu Chang'an had just said half of a sentence when he felt a cluster of snowflakes hit the back of his head, the residual snowflakes entering his neck, sending a chill through him.
Xu Chang'an: "..."
