"Is the Goddess of Ice condition that bad?" Qin Yuan asked, still in a relaxed tone.
He couldn't predict what really happened because he couldn't see the fight in her palace.
The Goddess of Snow still didn't answer, just pressed her charming lips together.
Qin Yuan finally chose to take one step forward so that his shoulder hit the Goddess' shoulder.
She was quite surprised and wanted to take a step back. But suddenly, Qin Yuan reached out his hand towards her silver hair in a swift motion.
He didn't do anything too much, just grabbed a strand of her hair before pulling his hand again.
Then, he took a look at the hair which turned out to be very soft in his hand.
The Goddess of Snow's expression became even more tense because of that.
"Pretty good," said Qin Yuan.
He blew the hair so it floated in the air.