The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

Ice blue clear eyes stared at her.

Turns out she knew.

When she gave him the diamond-shaped crystal, he thought he was just letting him hold it for her.

So this is ah.

Snow White’s fingers tightened slightly, and the corner of his lips drew a shallow arc, and nodded.

Not so afraid of fire.

The slender and thick eyelashes drooped slightly, after all, this is the crystal condensed by the spirit of plants and trees, with the breath of life.

Luo Ci first pulled out a few icy transparent ice cones from the outside and put them in the cup that the Ice King used magic to condense.

After thinking about it, “This cup won’t melt, will it?”

He shook his head slightly.

Only his body will be affected, and the ice cup he casts with magic will not.

Luo Ci knocked the ice pick into small pieces, put it in the cup, and baked it in the middle of the fire, so it should melt quickly.

Then he sat next to him again, took out the slices of bread from the wooden basket and ate slowly.

She knew he couldn’t eat.

So no sharing.

In fact, dry bread slices are not delicious, but this is the only food at home at that time.

She also accumulated five silver coins in the past year by doing odd jobs, which can buy a lot of food and new clothes, but there seems to be no one around here, so there is no way to spend it.

And now there are not many slices of bread on him.

Food is hard to find in winter.

Luo Ci embraced her knees, resting her chin on her knees, quietly looking at the ice cup in the fire.

The light-colored pupils shone with fire, and gradually became fascinated, his vision slowly blurred, and his thoughts were erratic.

Until a large crystal clear ice sculpture cup appeared in front of me, which was filled with plump and huge cherries, and there were a few drops of water on the cherries, which looked like they had just been cleaned.

She gradually recovered.

The cherries are unsurprisingly picked in the witch’s cherry orchard.

But… when?

Luo Ci turned her eyes to look at the Snow King, and he handed the ice sculpture cup to her again, her beautiful eyes filled with urging and concern.

She took it, took out a cherry from it and tasted it slowly, the sweet and sour taste, and a little cold, “Thank you.”

After eating, there was a feeling of warmth flowing through her body, which was very comfortable. She froze, “Is there magic in this?”

In fact, the cherries grown by witches cannot be ordinary.

And the energy contained in two or three pieces is enough to satiate one’s stomach.

The Snow King nodded slightly.

Luo Ci thought that since it was different from ordinary cherries, he should also be able to eat it, so she took one and handed it to his lips.

His fingertips accidentally touched his slender lips, feeling a little cool.

The Snow King was stunned for a moment, and a shredded light flashed across his ice-blue pupils.

He likes to be in contact with her very much, soft and warm, she looks beautiful, but she is very weak.

He could only rely on this body, relying on this stolen time, to walk with her.

He opened his lips slightly and bit the cherry.

The blushing juice overflowed, dyeing his pale lips an attractive red, the slender and thick feathered eyelashes were slightly raised, and the beautiful eyes looked at her quietly.

Silently cute.

Luo Ci handed him the handkerchief, her shallow eyes half-squinted, and her soft and waxy voice was filled with joy, “Collect the pits and try to grow them later, in case a large cherry orchard can grow!”

The Ice King cooperated obediently, and slowly spit out the fruit core onto the veil.

She took a few more cherries and motioned him to take them back.

The Ice King silently put away the ice sculpture cup, a little magic like silver snow flowed from his fingertips, and the cherries disappeared.

As for where it was, Luo Ci just blinked, her shallow eyes were a little curious, and she didn’t ask a word.

This made the Snow King who was waiting for her to ask her a little discouraged.

Don’t you mean…are you all curious about magic?

He could show her more magical and more beautiful magic.

But she doesn’t seem to need…

Seeing that most of the ice cubes in the ice cup had melted, Luo Ci took it out from the fire. Speaking of which, the fire didn’t burn her at all.

The ice cup is not hot, but you can reach into the fire with your hand, and even if you don’t actually touch it, it should feel hot.

But she was fine.

She took a few sips of water, thought about it, and handed the cup to the Snow King, “Do you want it?”

His eyes drooped slightly, and his snow-white fingers took the cup. There was still a thin lip print left by her on the wall of the cup, which would soon disappear with the cold air.

The slender and pale lips were lightly imprinted on the lip imprint, and he drank slowly before releasing it after a long while.

The ice blue eyes narrowed slightly, as if extremely satisfied, and the lips evoked a pleasant arc.

It’s obviously just water made of ice and snow. Although she has already selected as clean an ice cone as possible, the water is still a little unclean no matter what.

But he drank with relish.

Luo Ci didn’t notice his actions, she lowered her head and stroked the snow elk lying beside her, her voice soft, “It’s been hard for you these days,”

She took the cherry handle and put it in front of one of its mouths. It bit the cherry with a little force, and it didn’t take long for it to spit out a clean pit.

Of course, the other one could not favor one over the other, and each fed two cherries as a reward.

Luo Ci used the melted snow to clean the core and carefully wrap it.

Suddenly her shoulders were slightly heavy, she was startled, and reached out to support him.

Perhaps the trip to the Goblin Forest had changed her a bit, and it was not so cold to contact him now.

Looking down at his quiet face, those beautiful clear ice-blue eyes were no longer visible.

It is normal to recognize him as the Snow King.

There will never be a pair of eyes like his.

His body was always cold, his face was almost transparent, and he was afraid of fire.

After getting the roses from the witch, she puts the roses in the wooden basket and he keeps a distance.

Even when he closed his eyes and rested on the sled, he woke up in the middle and slowly opened his eyes, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of his hand.

No flesh and blood, no bones, like broken ice, which is unusually transparent, but when he touches the ice and snow, his hands are restored to the original, white and flawless.

At that moment, she suddenly remembered that Blizzard found a wooden house and received his silent and considerate reception.

He is also serving soup for himself, and his hands are probably already riddled with holes.

And she actually asked him why he didn’t drink.

If you drink it, it must be very uncomfortable.

*

After a night’s rest, they all regained their strength, and the exhaustion from traveling in the past few days seems to have disappeared.

Luo Ci guessed that it was because of the cherries, and she didn’t know if the witch would be unhappy. She felt that… the Snow King probably took a lot of cherries.

…

Cherry Orchard.

The witch looked at the cherries missing a quarter in silence, gritted her teeth, and finally recognized them.

She looked around the cherry orchard with great distress, and found a bright spot. She walked slowly and paused. It was a very unique seed that only grows near the Ice Palace.

And except for the Snow King, no one can go there, or in other words, no one can come back alive.

The witch took off the seed and felt much better.