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Chapter 6: The Movie Star's Performance on the Road (Please read on... monthly tickets... recommendation tickets... favorites)
A bold (and slightly lewd) idea instantly filled Ling Han's mind: a golden opportunity!

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the real discomfort in his body. Then, his lips trembled, and his face immediately changed to a tearful and terrified expression.

His voice also carried a heavy sob (inner monologue: It's a pity he didn't act in dramas in his previous life, his acting skills are absolutely Oscar-worthy!):
"Waaah! Sister Xue! It's so high! The wind is so strong! I'm so scared! I'm going to fall! Help—!"

Ahead, in the depths of Xue Qinglan's icy blue eyes, a faint, almost imperceptible smile flashed by.

With her Super Douluo mental power, Ling Han's real dizziness and chills were as clear as lines on her palm.

And that deliberately exaggerated, trembling performance of "fear," along with the little gesture of him glancing at his back... in her eyes, it was simply adorably clumsy.

(Xue Qinglan's inner monologue: This little master... is quite quick-witted. He clearly wants to... well, he's still just a child.)
She remained calm and even cooperated by slightly slowing down the Ice Phoenix and thickening its protective shield. Her voice carried just the right amount of concern: "Young Master Han, don't be afraid. With me here, I will ensure that you are not harmed in the slightest. The speed has been slowed down, and the shield has been strengthened."

Seeing that Xue Qinglan had "taken the bait," Ling Han was secretly delighted and immediately pushed his acting skills to a climax! He continued to "tremble with fear."

While pleading with a tearful voice, she even swayed her body in perfect unison, her little hand feigning weakness as it "slipped" off the feather, making her look shaky, weak, pitiful, and helpless (inner monologue: Perfect! The timing of this 'mishap' was spot on!).
"No, no! Sister Xue, I'm still so scared! I feel like I'm going to lose my grip! Sister Xue, can I... hug you? Just... just for a little while! Otherwise, I really feel like I'm going to fly away! Waaah!"

Xue Qinglan: "..." (Inner monologue: This little rascal... he's actually quite into his acting.)
She clearly "sensed" Ling Han's "slipped" hand as it "panicked" and precisely reached for her waist.

A faint blush appeared behind her snow-white ears, only to be instantly suppressed by the chill.

She sighed softly, her voice still cool, but carrying a hint of barely perceptible indulgence and a... barely perceptible, performance-driven "warning":
“If you are truly frightened, young master, please hold on tight to me. However…” She paused deliberately, her tone becoming stern, “Please hold on firmly and do not move around, otherwise I cannot guarantee a smooth flight.” (Inner monologue: Fine, I'll hold you, but the rules must be set.)
It's finally done! Ling Han was overjoyed, but his face still maintained the expression of relief after surviving a disaster:
"Thank you, Sister Xue! I promise I won't move! I'll just... just hold on for peace of mind!" (Inner monologue: Yes! Success! Sister Xue really falls for this!)
After saying that, he immediately moved forward using both his hands and feet, his small body pressing against Xue Qinglan's back without hesitation, with a hint of eagerness as if he had finally succeeded.

Her arms wrapped around Xue Qinglan's slender yet surprisingly strong waist with a natural and forceful motion, and her head rested gently and contentedly on Xue Qinglan's back.

hiss--!
The moment they made contact, Ling Han gasped inwardly (while outwardly maintaining a fearful trembling, completely unaware that he had been seen through).

So icy! So soft! So fragrant! (It's absolutely divine!)
Xue Qinglan's body temperature was extremely low; even through her clothes, one could feel the bone-chilling coldness of extreme ice. But beneath this coldness lay an indescribable softness.

At the same time, an extremely pure and delicate fragrance, like an ice lotus blooming atop a snow-capped mountain, faintly wafted into his nostrils, instantly dispelling all discomfort. (Ling Han's inner monologue: This is amazing! This is practically a VIP experience! Much better than riding a dragon!)

Xue Qinglan's body stiffened noticeably the moment Ling Han lifted her up.

The sensation on my back was crystal clear; the little one's warm breath sprayed through the thin fabric onto my skin, bringing an unprecedented and strange feeling.

She had lived for nearly forty years and had never had such close contact with anyone, let alone been hugged so tightly by a little boy in such a "deliberate" way.

She could clearly "hear" the little guy's almost suppressed, satisfied breaths as he nestled behind her.

(Inner monologue: This little rascal... he's holding on pretty tightly. Oh well, let him do as he pleases.)
She suppressed the unfamiliar turmoil in her heart, trying her best to keep her voice calm and steady, but a slight, almost imperceptible tension could be detected if you listened carefully: "Young Master Han... are you holding me tight?" (Inner monologue: Let's see how long you can keep up this act.)
"Mmm! It's stable, it's stable!" Ling Han replied in a muffled voice, his little face rubbing against the cool fabric with satisfaction, completely unaware that his little actions and true emotions were being seen through by the other party.

"Sister Xue, you feel so cool and smell so good. It's so comfortable to hug you, and I don't feel so scared anymore!" (Inner monologue: This was a perfect move! I deserve an Oscar!)
Xue Qinglan: "...Young Master Han, I'm glad you're satisfied." (Inner monologue: Satisfied? I think you're so comfortable you've almost forgotten about the spirit ring.)
After saying that, she decided not to respond and to focus on controlling the Ice Phoenix.

But the warmth, the dependence, and the little bit of pride that she thought she had hidden well from behind seemed to quietly melt a corner of her eternally frozen heart, causing a ripple of doting helplessness that she herself did not even notice.

The icy blue streak of light traced a graceful path across the sky, hurtling toward the far north.

(Summary of information gap: Reader's perspective - seeing everything)
The little "movie star" hugged his powerful protector tightly, burying his face in the cool softness and fragrance, a triumphant and satisfied smile on his lips, inwardly basking in his "wit" and "acting skills".

Unaware that her little schemes had already been seen through by the seemingly aloof but actually cunning and indulgent Super Douluo behind her.

As Xue Qinglan sensed the "heavy" dependence and the childlike cunning behind her, a barely perceptible curve appeared on her icy lips.

Hmm, things aren't so urgent in the far north anymore. Let's put the spirit rings aside for now. This "high-altitude flight experience" is probably more memorable for this little guy than the spirit rings themselves.

(End of this chapter)