Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

Unfortunately, on the third night before leaving, Huang seized the opportunity and successfully launched a sneak attack.

Mike's best friend brazenly pushed open the door to Mike's room, and it wasn't until she entered that Mike regretted not locking the door earlier that day.

Having gained the upper hand, the young woman, Felin, sat down on Mike's bedside without hesitation, smiling as she faced Mike's bewildered expression.

Do they still need that ridiculous foreplay? No, they don't need any.

Mike steeled himself and slowly squatted down in front of Huang, pretending to know nothing, and asked, "Huang, is there something you want to tell me?"

Huang looked at Mike with a half-smile, his right leg crossed over his left, gently swaying his toes in his dangling slippers.

"Doctor, could you describe in detail what happened between you and Dr. Kal'tsit?"

How can this process be described?

Mike had no choice but to play dumb, but he underestimated his good brother's determination.

Huang leaned forward, and his already loose pajamas spread out to the sides, revealing his flawless, rounded breasts.

"An, I want one too."

Before Mike could react, Huang had already grabbed his head. In just a few seconds, Mike felt overwhelmed and was suffocating.

Having finally broken free from Huang's grasp, the man plopped down on the ground, panting, "Do you want to kill me?"

But Huang had already crawled over on all fours and pinned Mike to the floor: "How will you know if you don't try?"

Neither of the parties involved wanted to talk about what happened that night. Even when someone asked about it indirectly afterward, Mike hesitated for a long time before only saying two words.

So hot.

……

After this incident, Mike became much more cautious. He no longer spent time alone with the operators or stayed in the tent by himself, but instead chose to stay with everyone to avoid being ambushed.

The good thing was that he finally got some peace and quiet, but the bad thing was that the female operators in the team started to look at him with much more resentment.

However, his experience did not elicit envy from the male operators. On the contrary, even the cheerful Extremis showed a look of fear.

"I'm sorry, I don't have that plan at the moment."

"This kind of thing is too terrifying for me."

“If Thorn finds out, he will laugh at me mercilessly.”

"How is the doctor? I always feel that the doctor is not doing well."

"The medical team members said he was fine, but I'm worried that even they might have targeted the Doctor."

Adele, due to her physical condition and with Dolly floating beside her, was the least threatening one.

The seemingly cold Sussurro transforms into a fairy when she's alone with Mike, indulging in food and drink to her heart's content.

So, under Chongyue's arrangement, the male operators finally made up their minds to protect Mike and guard him closely to avoid him expending too much energy on the journey.

Mike was moved to tears. "Thank you so much, brothers!"

Frostnova was the only one in the team who was unfamiliar with the game. Although she talked a lot with Greythroat about the Doctor, she still couldn't understand why so many female operators were willing to share this man.

Huang patted Yelena on the shoulder: "There's nothing to worry about. You'll know once you try it."

Should we try it?

Do not!

Yelena quickly shook her head. How could she try something like this so casually?

"That's a real shame. Even if we wanted to try now, we wouldn't have the chance. You can tell from how afraid the doctor is of us that he's developed a psychological trauma. Perhaps we've been too hasty lately. There's nothing we can do; we all love him very much."

Yelena shouted, "But the way you love him is completely wrong!"

Huang countered, "If it were you, what would you do?"

What should you do if you meet someone you like?

Yelena fell silent, not saying a word, but she kept thinking about it.

When she was in the Ursus snowfield, some of the children she was with had read popular romance novels and came to ask her, the eldest sister, about love. But Yelena, who had never been in love, could only say that love was a very mysterious thing, and she couldn't explain much more about it.

Now she sees the open atmosphere among the female operators, everyone eager to express their feelings, while their target, the man, keeps his distance from them. Perhaps it's because they are too passionate, or perhaps it's because they've chosen the wrong approach.

If the female lead were changed to Yelena, she would feel lost again. It's a strange feeling, unlike anything she's experienced on the ice plains.

After thinking it over and over without finding an answer, Yelena could only give up: "I'm sorry, I don't know."

"That's why I'm saying this: because you haven't tried it, you don't know. There's a saying in Yan: practice makes perfect. Only through practice can you figure out what's really going on."

"There's something I just can't do..."

Yelena resolutely rejected her companions' invitations, and even though only Huang had succeeded during this time, she still couldn't accept it.

……

On the sixth day of Mike and the others' journey, perhaps because the weather was getting colder, the operators finally calmed down a bit, and Mike was able to take the time to discuss with them the arrangements for special circumstances.

It wasn't uncommon to discuss this at the research station, but problems can only be discovered and solved in actual situations. Fortunately, they didn't find anything amiss along the way. According to Magellan's hand-drawn map, the journey to the Wall in the North was only about a week's distance away.

"It hasn't snowed during this period, so the roads are relatively easy to travel. If it were any more complicated, the snowmobiles wouldn't be able to move, and we would have to carry the supplies manually."

Originally, Mike planned to buy some snow pack animals from the tribes along the way. Unfortunately, due to the Sami Heroes' expedition, the tribes realized the danger in advance and moved away, leaving Mike with only abandoned homes.

If they were to return here someday, they could naturally continue using it, but it seems unlikely that this will happen in the short term.

During the next ten days of his journey, Mike encountered the heaviest snowfall he had ever experienced on the Sami Icefield, forcing him to stop at an abandoned Sami village for rest.

……

Large snowflakes drifted down from the sky, landing on the explorer's hair. Her cheeks were red with cold, but she still carefully observed the thermometer hanging in the tree.

Conventional physical methods had failed, so only electronic devices remained usable. After a moment, he read the numbers on the electronic screen: minus thirty-three degrees Celsius.

The temperature is nearing the limit of the current cold-weather suits. If it drops further, they will need to add new insulation modules to the suits. Compared to the temperature at the same time, it is still acceptable. The real threat is the temperature at the Wall in the North, which can drop to minus 67 degrees Celsius. Everything there will come to a standstill, and if you don't pay attention, you might even forget the passage of time.

Thinking this through, the explorer pursed his lips and decided to go back. At that moment, the agents were gathered in a large rectangular wooden house.

This place was originally a gathering place for the Sami tribe, with rows of long tables and chairs. The tabletops bear marks left by sharp knives. Unless you are an expert in the Sami language, you would probably find it difficult to understand the rural slang that is not the official language.

The firewood in the brazier was burning brightly, and the smoke, thanks to the ventilation system set up by Horhaiya, was almost entirely expelled through the chimney.

The agents, huddled together, were discussing what to eat for dinner tonight.

Chongyue found some food that hadn't been taken away yet in the abandoned tribe. It was frozen solid in the frigid environment, so there was no need to worry about wild animals stealing it. There were very few animals that could move freely at minus thirty-three degrees Celsius.

"Does this count as borrowing?"

Huang shook his head, took out a few Lungmen dollars from his pocket, and weighed them down with a piece of wood: "We will pay."

"What's the use of giving money? Colombian gold dollars and LMD are not common currencies in Sami. They need to be exchanged for... well, let's not talk about that. It's better than doing nothing."

Muirsey was halfway through her explanation when she realized that it wouldn't change the facts, so she had to give up.

The water sprite then turned her gaze to the male operators, who were concentrating on the ice blocks in their hands. The reason was that Chongyue had made a suggestion: during the rather boring time of waiting for dinner, they would see who could complete an ice sculpture the fastest.

For an ordinary person without tools or knowledge of Originium Arts, the time to polish an ice sculpture could be measured in weeks, but the men present were not ordinary people.

When they got the ice, they easily carved the shapes they wanted on it.

The Grandmaster's fingers were like chisels cast from steel; he could slice off a piece of ice with a light stroke of his fingertip.

Phantom's two daggers were exceptionally sharp; ice was as brittle as paper before them.

Mr. Andorn was much more honest, polishing bit by bit with his tools, but he was quick, chipping away the excess with each stroke. No matter how skilled a craftsman was, he could not compare to his technique.

Finally, Mike went even further. He grabbed an ice cube and smashed it on the table, breaking it into two pieces that displayed different content.

Because of the short timeframe, no one can guess what kind of work they will create until it is completed.

As for the female agents, after a period of calm, their desires, which had finally subsided, were once again stirred up by their comfortable lives. Their gazes all fell on that man, as if they could gain something from him just by looking at him. But everyone knew that this would only backfire.

Kal'tsit had already aroused Mike's suspicion, making any further close contact even more difficult, so it's all Kal'tsit's fault.

Huang was the last one to get meat, but how could she be content with just one?

How can once be enough?

"I am back."

Magellan pushed open the door of the cabin and saw that his companions were all busy with their own things. Only the Doctor waved to him and then skipped over to the man's side.

"what is this?"

"This is a..."

Before Mike could finish speaking, Magellan confidently declared, "I know, it's a pig!"

The man's expression froze, and he forced out his struggle through clenched teeth: "It's a cat!"

113. You can kiss us too.

so awkward.

Magellan blushed instantly, but fortunately, she had just returned from outside and her face was already quite red from the heat of the room, so the change wasn't immediately noticeable.

Miss Liboli was very embarrassed because she mistook the kitten carved by the doctor for a pig, but she couldn't find a better way to smooth things over. There was no way to make up for it now.

"that……"

Magellan quickly considered several possible responses in her mind, but found that the best approach was to say nothing and let the matter rest, since the Doctor wouldn't hold it against her anyway.

Little Penguin didn't know that Mike was also feeling uneasy.

He had done his best to show the kitten's expression, so why would the explorer still think it was a pig?

Or……

Forget it, if I keep thinking about it, Shuiyue will get angry.

A moment later, Andorn was the first to finish carving. The angel placed the finished product on the long table, and everyone gathered around, immediately recognizing the angel's masterpiece.

A halo of an angel, sculpted smoothly and rounded; if one did not know beforehand that it was an ice sculpture, one would mistake it for an angel's relic.

The halo is Andorn's symbol, a blessing of the law, and also a curse upon him.

"If it were an ice sculpture competition, Mr. Andorn would probably win first place," Huang remarked from the side.

Mudrock held a different attitude: "That's hard to say, Mr. Puppet Shadow has also completed it."