Ji Xubai suddenly stretched out his hand, and when his cold fingertips touched her neck, Wen Zhiyu trembled all over, blushed slightly and looked at him inexplicably, but Ji Xubai just helped her pick out the fur collar. , while saying very pettyly: "Don't let others see the hickey."
After hearing this, Wen Zhigu's cheeks turned redder when he thought of the passionate kiss just now.
At that time, the breeze blew gently, bringing a slight coolness, and the hair carelessly brushed the corners of the eyes.
She lowered her head and looked at his hand, her eyes rolled slightly, and before she thought about it, she reached out her hand and gently grasped his fingers.
He grabbed it for a while, then raised his head and smiled at him with his lips pursed.
A slight smile, and a little white snowflakes on the eyelashes.
Intoxicating.
"Ji Xubai, will you always be like this?"
She knelt down in front of the wheelchair, raised her head slightly to look at him, and asked.
Ji Xubai looked at Wen Zhiyu smiling lightly at him. He didn't know why, but a strange feeling surged in his heart.
He knew how much he liked the person in front of him. At least what filled his heart at that moment was an unprecedented sweetness.
Wen Zhigu smiled so sweetly.
He had never seen Wen Zhigu smile so sweetly.
He never knew... Wen Zhigu could smile so sweetly.
So, he watched her smiling at him for a long, long time before slowly answering: "Have I always liked you? I have always liked you very seriously."
"You won't change?"
"Won't."
"If so, I don't believe you anymore."
"I still like you."
Wen Zhigu looked at him and smiled, let go of his hand and stood up.
"Zhiru..." Ji Xubai gently held her hand, wanting to see her smile again, but Wen Zhiru had slowly calmed down his expression and looked at him without saying a word.
Ji Xubai looked at her directly, with a magnanimous and fond look: "You just laughed."
"... It's not the first time I've laughed."
"This is the first time you have smiled like this at me." Ji Xubai wanted to add drama to himself, "I know the only time he has ever smiled like this at me."
Wen Zhigu: "...you can really think about it."
As he said this, he pushed him towards the path.
"I know, let's push a snowman."
"...How old are you, Taifu Ji?"
Taifu Ji said seriously: "I am twenty-six years old."
"So are you still building a snowman?"
"Pile."
“…”
So Wen Zhigu finally complied with his wishes and took him to the vast and boundless snow. He stared at the snow for a while, then turned back and asked someone sitting in the wheelchair, with a confused look on his face: "Why?" Building a snowman?”
Wen Zhigu has never done such a childish thing since he was a child.
Sure enough, when Ji Xubai heard that Wen Zhigu didn't know how to make a snowman, he said with disgust: "Wen Zhigu, your childhood can be said to be quite boring."
Wen Zhigu glanced at him expressionlessly, and Ji Xubai suddenly changed his tone: "It shows that you are devoted to your studies and are a good boy."
"...how to pile it up?"
Ji Xubai looked at Wen Zhigu and smiled, then he started to teach her how to build a snowman.
A cold wind blew over, and the winter sun tilted little by little to the west, faintly casting a faint golden light on the snow.
Wen Zhigu squatted on the snow and made a snowman. Behind her, someone was sitting in a wheelchair and pointing out the country.
"Wen Zhigu, where did you throw my little snowman's eyes?"
"Where can I find the eyes?"