"Achoo!"
Shan Yifeng sneezed again, his nose reddening slightly.
The Tyrant Bear, half-asleep and grumbling, instinctively tightened his grip on White Fur's warm tail, snuggling deeper like a child clutching a blanket.
Shan Yifeng rubbed his nose. "How am I catching a cold? This makes no sense at all."
White Fur tilted her head thoughtfully. "It truly doesn't. Let me examine your condition."
With gentle elegance, she lifted him up using one of her tails, her eight others curling protectively around Little Aoki like a throne of silk and snow.
Her golden eyes narrowed as she peered deeper, as though gazing into the hidden patterns of his soul.
Liu Mei leapt gracefully from White Fur's head and landed atop one of the snow golems like a queen descending from her throne.
Her robes fluttered with the motion, and snowflakes sparkled around her like stardust.
"I should get rid of this golems," she whispered with a smirk.
