"What should we do then? Get up quickly, let’s go to the Hospital to have a look." Ni Yang tried to push herself off the ground, wanting to stand up.

Just at this moment, Mo Qishen rolled over, and the situation reversed instantly.

It became her beneath him.

"What should we do?" Mo Qishen’s hands propped above her shoulders on the snowy ground, just looking at Ni Yang, "What do you think we should do? Of course, you have to take responsibility for me."

"Is this really the time for jokes?"

"Don’t you want to take responsibility for me?" Mo Qishen’s gaze slightly deepened.

Ni Yang raised her eyebrows slightly, "The men who want me to take responsibility for them could line up hand in hand and circle the earth seven or eight times, you... would still have to wait in line."

"Then let me leave a mark first." As he spoke, he kissed her.

Her lips were cool and carried a faint scent of alcohol.

In the bright daylight and under the vast universe, Ni Yang really feared they would be discovered.

Actually, being discovered wouldn’t matter much.

What kind of place is the Ski Field?

This is the realm of the young. Older folks dare not come here; a minor slip could lead to serious consequences.

Moreover, this isn’t the closed-off year of ’82. It’s already ’87, and we’re about to enter the ’90s. Social customs have gradually become more open; the sight of couples kissing on the ski slopes is far from rare.

About five minutes later, Mo Qishen finally let go of Ni Yang and helped her, with her face flushed and ears red, to stand up from the snow.

Actually, Mo Qishen didn’t want to let go so soon; if they continued like this, he feared he would embarrass himself.

He always prided himself on his self-control; otherwise, he wouldn’t have remained single until he met Ni Yang, but after that...

What is self-control?

He had long since thrown it out of the window.

"Come on, Yangyang, I’ll personally teach you how to ski."

Ni Yang took off her skis, "No more skiing, let’s go back instead, to apply some potion on your chin to disinfect."

Mo Qishen nonchalantly said: "It’s a minor injury, not worth mentioning."

"No." Ni Yang insisted: "You must apply the medicine!"

She is a doctor, she knows the consequences of not treating a bite wound properly.

Helpless, Mo Qishen could only follow her home.

When they got back to the Ni Family house, it was quiet and empty, with not a soul around.

"Where have they all gone? Why is there nobody at home?" Ni Yang scratched her hair in bewilderment.

Mo Qishen casually took off his coat and put it on the sofa, "If I’m not mistaken, grandma and great-grandma have probably gone to the east village to play Mahjong..."

"Let’s go upstairs, the medical kit is in my room."

"Okay." Mo Qishen nodded.

Mo Qishen followed Ni Yang to the third-floor room.

Ni Yang’s room was simply decorated, with a huge floor-to-ceiling window on the other side of the bed. At this moment, sunlight shone through from outside, reflecting off the snow and casting a mysterious veil over everything in the room.

Ni Yang, holding the medical kit, came out from the inner room, "Mr. Mog, please sit over there."

"Oh." Mo Qishen sat down on the chaise by the foot of the bed.

Ni Yang, facing him, crouched down, dabbing the potion with a cotton swab, and carefully treated his chin.

The potion was somewhat irritating, but Mo Qishen didn’t even frown. Ni Yang couldn’t help but ask, "Does it hurt?"

"No, it doesn’t."

"Really? It doesn’t hurt?"

"Really, it doesn’t."

Suddenly, Mo Qishen’s thoughts drifted.

He suddenly remembered the first time he met Ni Yang.

The first time he met Ni Yang, she was standing in the river retrieving a fishing cage, with the setting sun reflecting on the water surface. She, the water, and the sky seamlessly blended together, creating a scene as beautiful as a poem.

At that time, he thought Ni Yang was desperate and wanted to throw herself into the river.

In a rush of panic, Ni Yang bit him.

Later on, he realized that he had misunderstood Ni Yang.

To this day, there is still a faint bite mark on his collarbone.

With this in mind, Mo Qishen’s lips curved into a smile, his eyes warming up as well.

"What are you grinning about?" Ni Yang raised her eyebrows slightly.

Mo Qishen said: "I was thinking about our first meeting." Back then he wouldn’t have imagined that one day Ni Yang would become his girlfriend.

Remembering that scene, Ni Yang also laughed, "You were really adorably silly back then."

"And you don’t remember that you bit me?"

"Did I?" Ni Yang pretended not to remember, scratching her head.

"Yes, you did. A lot." Mo Qishen continued: "I still have the mark you left on me to this day."