The cold winter sky had long darkened into a deep, starlit night. Inside the warm house, Su Qinglan was just about to crawl into bed, feeling a bit worried. Xuan Long had been missing for the entire day without a single word. But just as she was pulling the heavy blankets up, the heavy front door clicked open.
Hearing the commotion, Su Qinglan happily threw off the blanket and rushed outside into the living room. Her face lit up with a bright, relieved smile. An Mo was back. She was truly happy that An Mo was back safe and sound.
It seemed he had returned alongside Xuan Long. But the moment Su Qinglan’s eyes landed on An Mo, she completely froze, her jaw nearly dropping to the floor.
The tall man standing in the doorway was wrapped entirely in thick, heavy bandages and warm furs from head to toe. Not a single inch of his skin was visible.
Only a pair of swirling, bright golden eyes peered out from behind the massive layers of white cloth. He looked less like a noble beastman and more like a giant, fluffy, walking mummy.
Su Qinglan blinked once, then twice, utterly stunned. "An Mo? What on earth are you doing? Are you really that cold tonight?"
The moment An Mo saw her, his swirling golden eyes lit up with intense emotion.
Ignoring his stiff, heavily wrapped body, he immediately lunged forward and crushed her into a tight, breathless embrace.
"Lanlan! Oh, my precious Lanlan! I missed you so much!" An Mo cried out dramatically, pressing his bandaged face against hers and kissing her cheek passionately through the cloth.
Before Su Qinglan could even process what was happening, An Mo dramatically grabbed her small hands, holding them tightly against his chest.
His voice trembled with tragic pain. "Lanlan, quick! You must heal me first! Heal me right now, and then we will talk!"
Su Qinglan’s heart instantly leapt into her throat. She looked at his completely wrapped form in sheer panic. "What?! You are injured?! Let me see right now! Take these wraps off!"
She reached out to pull back his heavy furs, but An Mo almost hissed in panic, quickly dodging her hands and shielding his wrapped body.
"No, no, no! I am not injured! Absolutely not!"
"Then why do you look like a giant bandage?" Su Qinglan asked, completely confused.
An Mo cleared his throat nervously, flipping his bandaged head with grand drama.
"Well... you see... as I was walking back, I accidentally... fell off a very steep cliff. And then I accidentally rolled all the way down the entire mountain! Yes! So there are many embarrassing scratches all over my body. It is far too ugly and embarrassing for my beautiful female to look at!"
From the side, Rong Ye was leaning against the wooden pillar, his arms crossed over his chest. Seeing this ridiculous performance, he let out a loud, mocking snort.
"Fell from the mountain?" Rong Ye mocked, his dark eyes sparkling with pure amusement. "Or did someone personally throw you off the mountain?"
Rong Ye glanced over at Xuan Long with a knowing, sly smirk.
An Mo’s glaring golden eyes immediately whipped towards Rong Ye, shooting daggers at him.


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