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His body was scorching hot, his heartbeat strong and vigorous, and it sent an inexplicable thrill through me. I couldn’t help but kiss him.
That one kiss, though, really stirred up a hornet’s nest.
“I want you. Don’t blame me; you provoked me first.” I was about to push him away when I heard him murmur softly in my ear, his voice hoarse, “Help me, I, I…”
In the darkness, his breath was hot, and a cascade of intense kisses rained down. A male wolf’s rutting season meant he had reached maturity, and it usually lasted for a month. Ryker was actually going into rutting season now. I didn’t know if it was lucky or unlucky.
The next day, we woke up shivering. We didn’t know when the extreme cold would end, and we had no more fuel for heat. We thought, why not chop up the tables, chairs, and benches in the house to burn? As Ryker got out of bed, he tripped over a wooden stick. It was the premium item he had drawn: “Infinite Firewood.”
Ryker took an axe and chopped it in half. In the blink of an eye, it reappeared before him, perfectly intact. Ryker chopped it again, and it reformed. But this time, there were four halves of chopped wood on the ground. Ryker and I exchanged glances, then a wave of wild joy. We finally understood why this item was called “Infinite Firewood.” With Infinite Firewood, our heating fuel would be endless. Outside, water froze the moment it hit the ground, but inside, our bed was warm as a spring day.
I wondered how Valerie was doing. As for Ryker and me, we began to live a shamelessly happy life. However, our good fortune only lasted a few days before the temperature suddenly rose. And kept rising. Outside, the ice and snow melted, and soon the scorching sun blazed at 40 or 50 degrees Celsius.
