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Chapter 187 - 187: The Mistress isn’t here?

They both looked up; Zane caught some snowflakes in his hands and watched them dissolve into water.

This was snow. The sight of it sent Zane into a memory—Cyra, her hair newly cut short, sprawled on the fur in nothing but her underwear, sweat dripping down her body.

Zane's heart ached at the sight of red burns covering her body. He tried to cool her down, blowing air with a piece of fur, but the heat only made things worse.

"It's the last month of the year…why is it so hot? Where is the snow or cold." Cyra complained as sweat dripped on the fur, wetting their bed.

"What is snow?" Zane asked thinking it was a kind of plant he could get for her to stop feeling hot. He wondered if he would find it in the North Oasis.

"Don't tell me…" Cyra sat up and looked at Zane in shock, which turned to pity for him having to survive under the hot weather all year round. Her heart trembled thinking she would have to stay here forever…no, no she has to train more and pass the north Oasis.

"Let me tell you what snow is. Hmm…think of it as white sand falling from the sky, blanketing everything in icy coldness. Not every place has snow.''

Zane's eyes were opened wide in disbelief, thinking such a thing was not possible, but seeing her eyes were clear, he forced himself to believe such a thing existed.

….

Zane regained his thoughts, hearing Viktor's laugh as he waved his hands in the air. He felt a gaze on him and looked at Cyra, and his gaze flashed with nostalgia.

Zane smiled, catching more snow and watching it melt in his hands.

It was midnight, the beginning of a new month.

After playing for a while, they grew tired. Stepping out of the water, Zane shivered and sneezed.

His body wasn't used to the cold; he felt bedcovers wrapped around him; feeling the warmth, he snuggled into it. Only his eyes were visible.

Zane saw Viktor about to walk back to the mansion through the freezing snow. Worried, he turned to Cyra for help.

Cyra sighed, feeling she was used like a car. She couldn't deny such a watery gaze from him, and she was a bit concerned for her staff.

Just as Viktor finished putting on his footwear and was about to leave, a sudden grip on his waist stopped him.

Before he could react, his body moved in slow motion—he passed through a tree, and in the blink of an eye, he was standing in front of the mansion.

Cyra let go of him and he wobbled on his feet, not yet getting his balance and was affected by the sudden change of location.

Cyra held him, seeing he was about to fall; after some minutes, he regained his senses and felt a heat wrapped around his waist and Cyra's musky smell.

His heartbeat spiked. 'what's this situation?! His mind screamed. 'She held, she held me! Ahhh!'

Viktor was completely dazed, excitement spreading across his face in a way that unsettled Cyra.

She quickly withdrew her hands and followed Zane into the mansion, leaving Viktor alone with his fantasies.

Viktor slapped his cheeks together with his palms before his heart beat normally and his red cheeks resided. He blamed himself for not noticing, he could have enjoyed her hands on him longer.

His hands caressed the area she touched, and a silly smile broke out on his lips as he walked in the direction of his room.

…

Under the morning light, snow blanketed the island, and icy winds howled. Many snuggled deeper into their blankets, unwilling to leave their warmth.

Zane was one of them. If not for the promise of a delicious hot pot from the chef, he wouldn't have wanted to get up.

Looking at Cyra's sleeping figure, he felt a rare envy—for the first time, he wished he had her taste buds.

Now he would be sleeping without care of such mouthwatering delicious…he had to get up.

He swallowed the drool gathering in his mouth. Cyra's feet curled up as they slipped from the blanket. He tapped his bracelet, increasing the heater's temperature.

After an hour, he came downstairs wrapped in a sweater. Reaching the dining room, a steaming pot was already boiling on the table, cookers and vegetables and other ingredients on a side dish.

He smelled the aroma and felt warm all over; he took his seat and heard footsteps.

Viktor yawned, still restless after the hug. On his way down, he ran into Kyle, who had been sulking for five days straight.

He wondered who had crushed Kyle's spirit—but that wasn't his business.

He muttered a half-hearted greeting, but it was ignored. Spotting Zane already at the table, he stifled another yawn and greeted him properly.

Just as they were about to eat, the chef walked in. ''The Mistress isn't here? It's freezing outside—I thought everyone would be at the table.''

Her words were filled with concern, and their hands, which were about to pick up the food, stopped; Kyle and Viktor passed a glance between each other.

Zane's eyes narrowed, but he continued eating as usual. Kyle barely touched his food, idly twirling his chopsticks. Meanwhile, Viktor secretly stashed food into his space ring, pretending to eat.

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