Chapter 19: Pick Your Pick.

“Frost, we’ve lingered here too long. In a few days, we’ll set out,” Li Tianxing said bluntly, noting her improved complexion.

“Set out? To where?”
Xie Qiyang’s head snapped up, her voice tinged with an eagerness she hadn’t noticed herself.

Leaving this place?

The thought sent her heart racing uncontrollably.
If we reach civilization… I could escape…

But a strange, heavy feeling clogged her chest.
Her fingers instinctively clutched her clothes, trembling slightly.

Wait… why am I hesitating?

Staying with him… doesn’t seem so bad?

This Lunar Saint Body was already remarkable, wasn’t it?
Her talent, her background—the imperial Jiang Clan, the Yaochi Holy Land in Central Continent—placed her near the pinnacle of this world.
And with Li Tianxing, a reborn powerhouse, she could turn danger into fortune.

“System, if I wear someone else’s clothes and become them, what happens to this body?”

“Hm… retrieving…”

“The host can retain Jiang Ningshuang’s identity and choose whether to inherit her memories, but only two identities can be stored.”

Xie Qiyang fell silent.
Her personality was soft, her drive weak, and she lacked the resolve for change.

The rare sense of safety made her oddly attached to her current situation.

“Naturally, to make up for the regrets of our past lives,” Li Tianxing said, standing.
His black robe billowed in the sea breeze.

He clasped his hands behind his back, gazing at the endless blue waves, his eyes distant.

“And, of course, your regrets.”
He turned, his gaze locking onto her pupils, brimming with a sincerity she’d never seen in him.

“Mine?”
Xie Qiyang murmured, her delicate hand caught in his warm grasp.
A comforting heat spread through her, soothing and pleasant.

“Absolutely. This life, I’ll ensure you reach that realm.”

“Sadly, my Frost isn’t fully honest with me.”
His voice paused, a trace of disappointment in his golden eyes.

The image of a heroic, enchanting figure merged with Li Tianxing’s stunning face in her mind.

Just say it, tell him everything. He probably already knows. Let him decide, right?
Last life, I amounted to nothing, forced to lie flat. Even after transmigrating, what waves can I make?

The thought wormed into her mind, claiming a small corner.

Uncontrollable flashes of intimate scenes flooded her brain.
Just a kiss and some touches had her teetering on surrender—what if he really went all in?

She might truly succumb to desire.

And… she was starting to feel like she couldn’t leave him.

When he released her hand, a piercing chill surged from her heart, snapping her out of her daze.

Cold—so cold.

Since he unsealed her Lunar Saint Body, she’d felt worse.
Every part of her body was cold—not unbearable, but a creeping, pervasive chill seeping into her skin and bones, impossible to shake, uncomfortable.

It wasn’t immobilizing, but it lingered.
The chill seemed to worsen when she was apart from Li Tianxing.

A Lunar Saint Body… afraid of cold?

It seemed true.
Jiang Ningshuang’s memories showed she’d endured this sensation since awakening her Lunar Saint Body.

So… the “Ice Fairy” title—because she was so cold she gave everyone the cold shoulder?

Instinctively, as he turned, her fingers grabbed his robe’s hem without thinking.
By the time she realized, they were already tucked into his waistband.

“What’s wrong? Can’t bear to part with me?”
Li Tianxing’s eyes gleamed with understanding, one hand playfully tapping her pert nose, the other naturally covering her cold fingers, enveloping them in his warm palm.

Ah, relief.
That warm, secure feeling flooded her body again.
Her furrowed brows relaxed, her pale face flushing with contentment.

No wonder the original owner was called an Ice Fairy, stone-faced to nearly everyone.
If Xie Qiyang were freezing like this daily, no clothing helping, she’d curse out any dog that glanced at her and slice earthworms in half vertically.

“Feeling better?”
Li Tianxing’s face showed genuine concern.

She nodded instinctively, subtly inching her hand deeper into his grasp, nearly pressing herself against him.

Her mind had already justified her actions: I’m just cold, that’s all. No way I’m catching feelings for him. Right, exactly!

“Frost, you seem really sensitive to cold,” he said, sensing her unconscious clinging, his voice tinged with amusement.
“Your cultivation hasn’t recovered much, but your Lunar Saint Body is unsealed, so the excess yin energy makes it tough.”

“How about this? A few more kisses, and my Solar True Essence—the most yang and potent force—will work better than anything.
Your cultivation will recover faster too.”

“Really?”
Her mind flashed back to the earlier sensation—body-melting, mind-dazing kisses, the searing heat that banished the chill from her very marrow…

So comfortable, it drew shameful whimpers from her.

“Of course it’s true. When have I ever lied to you?
Remember the key point at the end of the first chapter?
While kissing, silently chant ‘husband’ in your heart, add some naughty words, and it’ll trigger a resonance of sun and moon for even better results.”

Li Tianxing struggled to keep a straight face, clearing his throat to sound serious.

He expected her to shyly refuse, to push him away like a bristling kitten.
But instead, she nodded obediently, her innocent eyes blinking, then leaned forward, tilting her breathtaking face up, slowly closing her eyes.
Her small lips parted slightly, offering herself up.

Her unexpected compliance fanned the flames of his desire.

“Frost, feel it with your heart. The first chapter is foundational, critical.
Don’t skimp out of shyness—no one will know what you’re thinking, no one will see us like this.”

“Let your true self out.”

“Mm, husband, come on, don’t hold back on Frost.”

Li Tianxing fiercely pulled her slim waist, his burning lips eagerly claiming her soft ones.