Busy all day.
Chen Ye was not in a good mood.
The reason is simple: if it weren't for Kong Hongxuan, why would he risk hunting in the Three Thousand Great Mountains?
He could just stay at home, with his soft and fragrant disciples by his side.
He could calmly improve his proficiency.
"Strange, both disciples are ignoring me?"
The words rolled twice in the snow, yet inside the house, it was unusually quiet.
Chen Ye paused his steps, the flickering light glowed slightly from the crack in the door, and the crisp sound of ice breaking could faintly be heard.
He pushed open the door.
Inside, Qing Jun was curled up in the bed with her back to the door, only the back of her head visible.
Zhiwei's hands were in her sleeves, but the tips of her fingers leaked ice shards, leaving deep water stains on the floor.
"Master."
As the black-furred ball stood up, she kicked over the copper basin, spilling hot water on the ground.
