The two of them stayed in silence for a while, without anyone speaking.
The wind and snow gradually subsided, and Slater's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly raised his hand to catch a snowflake.
Perhaps it was because his own temperature was too cold, and the snowflakes fell on his cracked palms and did not melt for a long time.
"Why are you helping me?"
Slater pursed his lips and was the first to break the calm, with a childish and sweet voice.
Because you are my man, who can I help if I don’t help you? !
Suna raised his hand and touched the non-existent void in front of him, "Because you are my master."
Slater's pupils shrank slightly, his fair little face raised up, childish but calm, and asked in a low voice, "Is it just because of this?"
Even if it is clearly untrustworthy, there is no other reason to explain the other party's behavior. After all, he has nothing...
The child's soft voice was slightly hoarse and soft and cute, which made Suna's heart melt.
She can't wait to raise a little husband.
The woman floating in the air was as clear and clean as the white snow around her, and she nodded.
Mysterious, ethereal, nothingness...but I can feel that there is no malice, it can be said to be very simple.
Suna was afraid that he would not believe it, so she tilted her head and pretended to be innocent and continued, "I have been locked in this oil lamp for a long time. If you hadn't fished me out and signed the contract, I might never have been able to come out, so I want to repay you. "
Seeing her innocent pouting look, Slater couldn't help but let go of the harpoon in his hand, feeling at a loss in his heart.
He watched quietly for a while, blinked and hesitated, and finally bit his lip and slowly walked over there.
Because it has been frozen for too long, my movements are a little stumbled. He walked about five feet in front of Suna and stopped, no longer approaching.
As a djinn, Suna is in a spiritual state and cannot feel the temperature of the outside world. She floated down and stepped on the snow. The white and tender feet are exposed, and they are as beautiful as white snow.
The child who was only knee-high in front of him lowered his head silently, his golden hair soft, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.
Suna couldn't help but bent down and touched his head gently. The other person felt the touch on the top of his head and frowned subconsciously, but his retreating steps froze at the moment of being touched.
He didn't like other people's contact, but he didn't seem to reject her.
This feeling is like solid air with no temperature.
And there is a kind of silent communication like souls. Is it because of the contract?
"Master, there is snow on your head."
Seeing his surprised reaction when he raised his eyes, Suna raised his eyebrows slightly and found a perfect excuse.
Slater paused again, slowly raised his hand and raised his head, his slightly widened eyes making him look a little more childish.
Ah, it's so cute, I want to squeeze it.
Facing the mini version of Stern, Suna's heart overflowed with maternal love.
She tried her best not to go too far, otherwise she would scare her wary husband.
"Master, take me home. I want to stay by your side."
Always?
Slater raised his head and stared at her, his thin and thin body facing the wind and snow like an ignorant little snowman.
"And don't forget, I am an elf who can grant wishes!"
Suna floated back into the air, spinning around excitedly.
The body is free from gravity, does not need to eat, and cannot feel the temperature of the outside world. Without the curse of the magic lamp, she could float wherever she wanted.
It feels good to be a Piao.
Slater looked at her blankly, his blue eyes widening, reflecting the shadow in the sky with a hint of innocence and curiosity.
The chapped lips slowly opened, Nunuo said:
"Can any wish come true?"
