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For a moment, Olaf was stunned.

Who is she?

How come she's also a snow woman?

Why does the master need to find another snow maiden even though he already has Olaf?

Does the owner not want Olaf anymore?

A series of questions flashed through her mind. The Snow Woman floated blankly in the air, her expressionless face as cold as a broken refrigerator.

"Xuebao, come here." Yukino Riho beckoned.

?

Already confused, Olaf became even more confused after recognizing whose voice it was.

"Ah~" She pointed at Yukino Riho, made a few "ah" sounds, then looked back at her master and tilted her head to one side. Her clear blue eyes were full of curiosity.

“Miss Yukino is the Snow Woman.” Fujiwara Izaya smiled and reached out to pull Yuki into his arms.

With a snow woman on his left and a snow woman on his right, amidst the biting cold, he felt a profound sense of satisfaction.

Xuebao nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"Let me chill this for you, Master." Fujiwara Izaya picked up a sake cup from the table and handed it to her.

Without thinking, Xuebao tucked the long, round wine cup under her collar and covered it tightly with both hands.

"..." Yukino Riho, who was standing next to her, immediately felt the shape of the sake cup and couldn't help but feel a slight chill run down her spine.

"You felt it?" Fujiwara Izaya looked her up and down.

Yukino Riho turned her face away, breathing softly but rapidly.

In the hazy night, a gentle breeze rustled the cherry blossoms, and sparks still danced above their heads. On the stage in the courtyard, geishas waved their sleeves, the magnificent silks and falling cherry blossoms creating a beautiful scene.

"Yukino is a music teacher, right? Does she know anything about these things?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

“I know quite a bit,” Yukino Riho said, her icy eyes blinking as she looked at the geisha dancing on the stage. “I’m very good at waka myself, and I often play the shamisen.”

Fujiwara Izaya used a sharp-tipped pick to cut off a piece of snow-white golden sea bream flesh and held it to her lips: "Where's the dance?"

“There will be a lot.” Yukino Riho subconsciously opened her mouth and ate the fish. After chewing it a couple of times, she realized that it was Fujiwara Izaya who fed her, and she couldn’t help but glare at him coldly.

"What do you think of them?" Fujiwara Izaya asked, looking at the geisha's dance.

The young and beautiful geisha had red makeup around her eyes, and her smile was flushed with a drunken blush.

"generally."

"Can you dance for me?"

Yukino Riho was about to get up and leave.

But Fujiwara Izaya was holding her waist, so she sat back down as soon as she got up.

"Just do any movement, okay?" Fujiwara Izaya advised patiently.

"Then you can't hug me later..." Yukino Riho said the most shy words with the coldest expression.

“No problem!” Fujiwara Izaya readily let go of her hand.

Yukino Riho gathered her skirt with both hands and slowly stood up.

A flurry of snowflakes drifted through the air. She stepped on the thin, unaccumulated snow, then tiptoed, gently lifting her skirt and twirling twice in the snow. Her long, silvery-white hair swayed with her movements, bobbing gracefully like waves, pure and ethereal.

The fleeting beauty captivated everyone's attention in the building.

The woman appeared suddenly, as if a scene from a traditional Chinese ink painting had been brought to life. Her slender fingers gently caressed the hem of her skirt. Amidst the swirling snow, those outside the terrace could only vaguely see her cool gaze and pink lips. No one could see her entire face, but she was undoubtedly a woman of exceptional beauty and grace. Her sudden appearance stunned everyone present, and then she vanished without a trace.

This is the most beautiful glimpse of the world.

In just a few short moments, the captivating power of that figure overshadowed even the most magnificent stage.

Who is that?

"Ugh, why does the meat in my mouth not taste good anymore?"

"Hey buddy on the rooftop, don't hide such a beautiful woman away! Let us take another look—"

The festive and lively atmosphere along the riverbank under the night sky continued to rise as the night deepened... However, in this terrace surrounded by a six-panel screen, there was an unparalleled tranquility and warmth.

Xuebao froze the wine and poured a glass for his master.

Cherry blossoms drifted down, their pink petals floating on the wine. Fujiwara Izaya, along with the cherry blossoms, brought the wine to Yukino Riho's lips.

Yukino Riho slightly opened her mouth.

Between red lips and white teeth, petals drifted in like little boats.

The moment she drank that sip of wine, Xue…

Riho suddenly realized that she was no different from ordinary women. No matter how beautiful and aloof she was, no matter how charming and alluring she was, she was essentially just a female yokai who longed to integrate into human society.

"Yeah~"

The snow woman leaned closer and stared at her intently.

Her expression seemed to be questioning why she drank the wine that Xuebao had poured for her master.

"It's not like I wanted to drink it..." Yukino Riho muttered somewhat irritably.

Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her wrist, pulled her close, and teased, "Stupid woman, you deserve to be bothered by me."

Yukino Riho bit her lip and snorted coldly, turning her head to look at the cherry blossoms in the courtyard.

The rugged, black branches were adorned with vibrant cherry blossoms. The evening breeze billowed the curtain of blossoms, causing the branches to sway and the cherry blossoms to tremble as if whispering secrets. The petals were pure white, like her skin. But the buds were a beautiful cherry pink, like her heart.

Fujiwara Izaya took her hand again.

Her palms were very cold because of the evening breeze and the frost.

“Come and look at me.” Fujiwara Izaya’s fingers gently traced her delicate face.

Yukino Riho turned her head slightly, too weak to say anything harsh, and simply complained, "...You cheated!"

"I wasn't holding you, was I?" Fujiwara Ryaya was so itchy he wanted to tear his heart out and scratch it, but he forced Ji Dong to say to her, "Turn around, I'll feed you something."

A blush crept across Yukino Riho's face, and slowly, like a shy newlywed wife, she turned her head.

The First Cause of All Realms

“The Mountain God Festival lasts for three days, I’ll show you around.” Fujiwara Izaya picked up a piece of white venison and fed it to her. “Also, you know that the backyard of the Mountain God’s palace is not open to the public, right?”

“I know.” Yukino Riho chewed on the venison.

The white venison is tender and melts in your mouth, leaving a warm, moist feeling in your stomach after swallowing.

"I know someone who can sneak you in."

"Wouldn't it be bad if the Mountain God found out?"

"It's okay, we get along very well. Even if I steal his woman, he won't be angry."

"..." Yukino Riho tucked a strand of hair that had fallen in the wind behind her ear, glared at him with a mixture of anger and embarrassment, "Don't say such vulgar things."

"I'm sorry!" Fujiwara Izaya immediately apologized, "Pure and innocent Yuki-onna, please forgive me."

Yukino Riho hummed a pleasant hum.

At this moment, she was less nervous, and a light seemed to dance like fireflies in her eyes, making her even more charming.

"And another thing, I won't accompany you to see Mrs. Furukawa." Fujiwara Izaya picked up another piece of white rhinoceros meat and gave it to her.

"Why?" Yukino Riho didn't eat the meat.

“Foolish woman, I can protect myself,” Fujiwara Izaya explained to her. “If you ask Mrs. Furukawa to see me for no reason, it’s like owing her a favor. How will you repay it later?”

After staring at him for a moment, Yukino Riho finally said "Oh" and opened her mouth to eat the white rhinoceros meat.

After chewing silently for a while, she finally asked in a daze, "So am I useless now?"

"Stupid woman," Fujiwara Izaya said with a laugh, "Even after becoming a cold and ruthless snow woman, she's still just as stupid."

Yukino Riho's cheeks puffed up like two buns.

A gentle breeze stirred the lanterns, and on the exquisitely decorated terrace, candlelight cast flickering shadows on her face.

The Snow Woman stared blankly at the scene, pondering how Snowball could defeat this strange Snow Woman and win back its master's heart. However, with her dull mind, all her thoughts were in vain.

In the dim, flickering firelight, Yukino Riho bent her knees, her gaze fixed on her delicate, jade-like feet. Her soft white silk robe was extremely form-fitting, and at some point, the collar had been torn down quite a bit, revealing her exquisite collarbone and snow-white, rounded shoulders.

However, beneath the loose skirt, her slender waist was still tightly cinched, making her figure appear even more upright and graceful.

Fujiwara Izaya's gaze grew increasingly intense.

Yukino Riho's eyes, like stars scattered across the sky, quietly gaze at her toes, with vibrant cherry blossoms behind her.

“Miss Yukino,” Fujiwara Izaya pinched her chin, looked up at her face, and wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling her close to him, “Can I admire you properly?”

Yukino Riho immediately closed her eyes, shaking her silver hair in an attempt to break free.

However, his fingers seemed to be firmly stuck to her chin, and she couldn't shake them off no matter how hard she tried.

Her long, silvery-white hair swayed, adorned with a delicate jade hairpin. The red tassels and her soft lips were the most striking bright spots in her pure white attire. This touch of red was not at all gaudy; on the contrary, it perfectly accentuated her beauty.

"Fujiwara...don't do this, let me go. Otherwise, I'll feel terrible."

Her voice was very low, clearly she was very afraid of being seen by those around her.

However, Fujiwara Izaya hoped to melt her heart under the cherry blossom tree and become one with her.

Half-heartedly resisting, Yukino Riho nestled in his arms with her eyes closed. At this moment, she was breathtakingly beautiful, beyond description. Her exquisitely oval face, with its graceful lines, exuded a delicate, aloof charm. Her lips were slightly parted, as if she were shyly waiting or preparing a gentle, angry scolding. Her ears, hidden in her hair, had exceptionally delicate, small earlobes with a slight blush.

Fujiwara Izaya wanted to see it clearly.

Perhaps this snow fairy's heart is hidden in the moist, shiny teeth inside her lips?

Just then, Yukino Riho, not wanting him to look at her face like that anymore, quickly pressed her face against his. However, she completely failed to realize that this gesture was more like a request for a kiss.

A chilling coldness swept over me.

However, her body temperature was as warm as that of a greenhouse.

In the candlelight, Fujiwara Izaya embraced her waist and kissed her delicate, beautiful cheek. Yukino Riho didn't struggle or utter a sound; she simply froze, completely still. Fujiwara Izaya lifted her chin, and their eyes met for a moment. The power they felt at that moment, the emotions they shared, were direct and unmistakable. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she murmured instinctively, "Turn off the light..."

Shy as she was, she thought that as long as she couldn't see it, she could accept it.