In fact, during the winter season, Qinghai was enveloped in bitter coldness with snowflakes floating about, and accidents usually occurred less frequently than in other seasons.
Because of this weather, most people didn't venture out into the forests, and there were fewer tourists; fewer people meant fewer problems.
However, once something did happen, the difficulty of rescue would also be great.
Wen Xian had just finished washing up and came out wrapped in a towel, seeing Lu Xiao seriously making a phone call; he glanced at her and then looked away.
Her eyes flickered slightly.
She directly walked to the other side of the bed and slowly climbed in, her slightly damp hair cascading down, seductively half-curled against her pale cheeks.
She leaned over, resting her head on his shoulder, and her delicate fingers landed on his leg.
