“Roar!” Damien dug into the icy ground and indicated for Irina to come down.

Although Irina understood that, she didn’t move. “Let’s go into the bamboo groves. Perhaps we might find winter bamboo shoots.”

She then swung her legs by Damien’s waist. Damien instantly howled: [Don’t kick my tummy.]

“What did you just say?”

Damien puffed out air from his nostrils and scolded with a smile in his heart. Stupid female. But that also meant that Irina seldom sat on males—a fact that made Damien feel secretly pleased and made him run even faster.

In this withered world, only the bamboo groves—with their yellowish-green hues—showed some signs of vitality.

Irina...