Ji Xubai babbled, not daring to say anything more.
Wen Zhigu didn't ask him any more questions and pushed him back to the hall in silence.
"Zhigu, when are we going to enjoy the snow?" After returning to the palace, Ji Xubai sat in his wheelchair and quietly watched Wen Zhigu pouring him hot tea at the table, and lightly opened his thin lips and asked .
Wen Zhigu poured a cup of hot tea over, put it to his mouth, gave him a sip, and said calmly: "When do you want to go?"
Ji Xubai smiled: "How about tomorrow?"
"Your body..."
"I'm just sitting in a wheelchair. I can't stand up anyway, so I won't trouble you."
Ji Xubai obviously said this calmly, but Wen Zhigu felt a little uncomfortable. She wanted to comfort Ji Xubai, but she couldn't find a suitable reason and couldn't comfort her.
So, he lowered his head and was silent for a long time, and finally responded slowly, "Okay."
After she agreed, Ji Xubai's face showed a faint smile again, and the smile reached the bottom of his eyes.
Ji Xubai looked much happier than she imagined.
He was probably really bored from staying in the Jade Courtyard.
Wen Zhigu went to his dormitory to find warmer clothes for him, squatted down in front of the wheelchair, and gently took off the clothes he was wearing that were stained with frost and snow, showing the dampness and coldness, while giving instructions. He: "Next time you go out, remember to ask your servants to prepare a warmer cloak for you to wear. The imperial doctor said you can't catch the cold now."
Ji Xubai said "hmm" casually, lowered his head and looked at her hands that were dressing him seriously. Wen Zhigu's hands were so beautiful, beautiful and slender.
Ji Xubai suddenly couldn't help but gently hold her hand. Wen Zhigu paused and raised his eyes to look at him. Ji Xubai's eyes collided with each other. It was a different look from the past. The eyes of the two people were very peaceful and calm, but in the flow of such calm eyes, the breaths that merged with each other became entangled little by little.
When Ji Xubai lowered his head and kissed her lips, Wen Zhigu could clearly hear his own heartbeat, which was pounding and beating unexpectedly fast.
She even grabbed his sleeve nervously, as at a loss as a young girl who had just become aroused.
Wen Zhigu didn't know how to describe this feeling. If it was just vague and ambiguous the previous few times, but this time, she felt something growing rapidly in her heart and spreading to every corner of her body and mind. .
When Ji Xubai's kiss fell, it was like the first drop of rain and dew in spring falling on the most delicate little bud. The little bud began to sprout its head little by little. It was no longer buried in the soil, no longer invisible. Every day.
That feeling is even bright, bright and touching.
It makes people feel so warm that they have the urge to cry.
Wen Zhigu held his hand tightly, it was too warm, and he was afraid that he would sink.
Her whole body became soft and soft, and she couldn't exert any strength, let alone how long this lingering kiss lasted. She only knew that when Ji Xubai left her lips and teeth, almost half of Wen Zhigu's body was numb. Leaning in his arms, Wen Zhigu was still thin-skinned after all. After slowly breathing and calming down, he realized something. Before the redness on his face faded, he gradually turned red again, panting and trying to escape from him. When she got up, Ji Xubai grabbed her hand and called her in a low voice: "I know..."