"You're'er, I'm just glad you aren't angry. I've been bored out of my mind these past few days, so you owe me compensation," Xuanchen said with a cheeky grin.
Xia Yueyou rose from the snow, brushed the stray snowflakes from her clothes, rested her left hand on his shoulder, and gently lifted his chin with her right.
Blowing a soft breath against his face, she asked playfully, "Ah-chen, what kind of compensation do you want?"
Chapter 22