Murong Qianqian was about to cry but had no tears, "No, no~ Yaoyao, I think..." Before she could finish her words, she felt that the world was spinning in her eyes, and before she could react, she was already being carried on her shoulders.

"Good boy~ I may be a little tired tonight, but Qianqian doesn't have to worry about my physical strength~" At this time, Xuanyuan Yao patted her butt very delicately and considerately.

However, it was not him Xuanyuan Yao who was tired of his ridiculous thoughtfulness, but her Murong Qianqian.

Murong Qianqian only felt her whole body being thrown onto the soft bed, and then her tall figure was approaching her like a black cloud, and she was immediately kissed passionately.

"Yao Yao, I really don't... Wuwu, I really don't mean that~ Wuwu~" She wanted to struggle, but found that under his irritating teasing, she gradually couldn't stop.

His big palm caressed her cheek, inch by inch, like the warm palm of her mother when she was young, making her heart become soft inexplicably.

The fingertips rubbed the smooth and delicate face little by little, and there was incomparable tenderness in the tentacles, and the fingertips exuded an intoxicating fragrance.

Murong Qianqian dragged Xuanyuan Yao's neck, and her blue eyes seemed to have magic power, pulling her into the whirlpool little by little.

Not knowing where she got the strength, she turned over and stood in front of Xuanyuan Yao, staring deeply, with faint ripples in her clear eyes.

"Qianqian, what's wrong?" Xuanyuan Yao looked at her in slight shock and raised his hand to touch her eyes.

Murong Qianqian suddenly lowered her head, kissed him gently on the forehead, sniffed and said: "Yao Yao, you remind me of my mother~"

Xuanyuan Yao's lips twitched, "..."

What kind of logic is this? At this time, she actually thought of her mother. Did she think he was like her mother? This inevitably made Xuanyuan Yao feel a little frustrated.

But the next second, I heard Murong Qianqian say in a hoarse voice: "Yao Yao, you will be my home from now on. You must always stay by my side and don't abandon me, okay?"

His heart suddenly tightened, and unspeakable pain spread. Xuanyuan Yao held Murong Qianqian's face and said emotionally: "Fool, how could I abandon you?

I will always stay by your side, no matter the spring and autumn, no matter the vicissitudes of life, I will always stay by your side."

Such a vow is so beautiful. Murong Qianqian's eyes gradually shine with bright light, and her smile seems to be the most beautiful thing in the world.

Xuanyuan Yao was a little dumbfounded. He thought that this woman was the poison in his life. Although she had done nothing, she had locked his heart tightly.

He supported his head with his hands, used his strength to flip over and leaned on it again. He chuckled and said, "Don't change the subject. The business just now has not been finished yet?"

"Ah~ why weren't you fooled?" Miserable exclamation.

The night is hazy, time flows slowly in the spring light, and the mist in the room turns into pieces of snowflakes outside the window.

…

The next day, Murong Qianqian woke up from a sweet dream. She opened her eyes with a smile and saw a face that was as perfect as a god right in front of her.

The thick and long eyelashes fall obediently under the eyelids. Even though the eyes are closed, one can still see the pair of blue eyes, which makes people's hearts beat loudly.

His nostrils were slightly flared, and the breath he exhaled was warm. The corners of his lips were slightly pursed, and there was a smile that was so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

Murong Qianqian thought about it carefully, and it seemed that this was the first time she had so clearly appreciated Xuanyuan Yao's sleeping face. It turned out that he in the dream was so clean and handsome that it was so fascinating.

Hmm~ His skin was so good, as delicate as boiled egg white, that she couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

It's a pity that she just stretched out her hand, and before the tips of her fingers touched Xuanyuan Yao's cheek, a warm palm suddenly grabbed her.

Suddenly, Xuanyuan Yao opened his eyes like a conditioned reflex. At that moment, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but Murong Qianqian found that there was a bone-deep coldness in his eyes.

But just briefly, when her clear and pretty face was reflected in the blue pupils, Xuanyuan Yao's eyes became extremely gentle again.

"Wake up, don't you want to sleep for a while?" His big palm gently hugged her waist, and his words were hoarse with a little sleepiness.

Murong Qianqian pouted her red lips and said coquettishly: "I'm not sleepy anymore, how can I sleep?"

Hearing this, his slightly narrowed eyes slowly opened, Xuanyuan Yao turned sideways and said jokingly: "Since Qianqian can't sleep, why not get up in the morning and do some exercise?"

"Ah~" Murong Qianqian's eyes widened in astonishment, but the next second she yawned alertly, "Well~ I suddenly feel very sleepy, I'll sleep for a while~ Haha~" After that, she quickly closed her eyes.

Eyes closed.

"Haha~ little fairy." Xuanyuan Yao's hoarse laughter came to her ears, and then a pair of arms wrapped around her back and pulled her into a hug.

When she woke up again, Murong Qianqian didn't know what time it was, but she only found that Xuanyuan Yao was no longer around her.

She slowly got up and found that although she was very tired from last night's torment, at least she didn't feel the same pain as the first time, and she felt a little better.

She opened the window and found that the sky and the earth were completely white, and the snowflakes all over the sky were floating lightly in the world with the cold wind, as beautiful as a picture scroll.

"Wow~ It's snowing!" Murong Qianqian screamed excitedly.

The city where she was born is in the south, where it rarely snows even in winter. Then she entered the entertainment industry. Although she occasionally took some snow scenes for shooting needs, she never had time to blend in.

Perhaps, for every girl, white snowflakes are like the bright dream in her heart, something she expects and longs for.

Murong Qianqian held up her long skirt and rushed down, then picked up a handful of snow and felt the biting cold spreading from her fingertips little by little. She didn't feel cold but felt happy.

"It's snowing, it's snowing~" She stood among the snowflakes in the sky, spreading her arms and spinning like an elf.

The laughter like silver bells echoes in the sky. It does not need any melody. It has become the most beautiful sound in the world, deeply touching the heartstrings.

"Whoosh~", Po Feng's voice.

Murong Qianqian glanced away and saw a ball of snow flying towards her face. She was so frightened that she exclaimed "Yeah~" twice and subconsciously stepped back.
Chapter completed!