With the help of Cangata, Phantom's situation quickly stabilized.
I don't know what Xiao Liuyue said to Feng Qingge. Feng Qingge hasn't come to visit her in the past few days. Xue Xichen stays in the house every day. When she has free time, she goes to see Phantom, or she just stays in the room.
Read a book and sleep. Because the climate in Lintong is very cold and Xue Xichen is recovering from a serious injury, Xiao Liuyue does not allow her to go out and walk around. Almost all day long, Xue Xichen is locked in the room, with a warm stove burning in the room.
You only need to wear a singlet to feel comfortable.
Snowflakes were flying outside the window, falling piece by piece, and scattered in the yard, on the eaves, and on the bluestone pavement. Snowflakes were flying all over the sky, playing happily, chasing each other and having fun, stopping Xue Xichen who was locked in the room.
Oops, it’s so boring to be locked up all day!
Xue Xichen supported her chin with one hand, lying on the window sill boredly, staring at the falling snowflakes outside the window, in a daze.
Outside the window, on the plum blossom tree, a winter plum bloomed quietly. The delicate pink color attracted Xue Xichen's eyes, and she couldn't help but stare blankly, with a happy face.
Hanxue Aomei! How proud and strong!
Xue Xichen couldn't help but open the door, walked out of the room, stepped on the wind and snow, raised her head and the plum blossoms bloomed quietly, her beautiful pupils were as clear as the light soaked in water.
As soon as Feng Qingge walked into the yard, she saw the beautiful figure of Xue Xichen standing under the plum tree, looking up. Although the snowflakes were small, they were still falling one after another. The woman in purple faced the snow independently, quietly admiring the plum blossoms, wearing a thin purple gauze
, beautiful and fresh, blooming enchantingly in the white snow, as beautiful as a fairy.
The breeze lifts the trees in the garden, and fine snow falls under the curtains. The sky lingers like mist, and the steps resemble flowers. There are no spring willows, only white plum branches. There are no tears and no humanity. What's the use of missing lovesickness in an empty space.
Such a beautiful scenery made Feng Qingge unable to help but stop and stare deeply, with deep affection in her eyes.
"Chen'er!"
Xue Xichen looked back and was surprised that Feng Qingge actually called her such an intimate name in public. If Xiao Liuyue heard it...she couldn't imagine how terrible the consequences would be!
"Chen'er, are you admiring the plum blossoms?"
Feng Qingge strode towards her with a smile on her face.
Xue Xichen smiled brightly and replied happily: "Don't you think that the cold plum blossoms and the proud snow are quite poetic and picturesque?"
"Yes, very beautiful!"
Because you stand under the plum blossom tree in the snow, the plum blossoms in the snow scene are even more beautiful!
Feng Qingge quietly added in her heart.
"Qingge, you like it too?"
"I like it! But you should also keep warm and don't catch cold."
"Huh?"
After being reminded by Feng Qingge, Xue Xichen realized that she was wearing thin clothes and standing in the ice and snow. She felt cold to the bones and couldn't help but shiver.
"Is it cold?"
"No!"
Xue Xichen was stubborn and refused to give in.
The corners of Feng Qingge's lips raised slightly.
In an instant, Xue Xichen felt as if her body had lost gravity, and her feet were off the ground. A pair of strong arms lifted her up, and she fell into a warm embrace.
"Qingge?"
Staring at the charming girl in her arms, Feng Qingge smiled and said, "Chen'er, I'll carry you back to your room!"
Xue Xichen's cheeks turned red and she looked away shyly.
Although she knew that Feng Qingge's original intention was just to worry about her getting cold, under Feng Qingge's warm gaze, she couldn't help but blush, and couldn't help but think of those hot and lingering nights one after another, and she couldn't help but endure the cold.
He kept... misinterpreting Feng Qingge's good intentions.
They all blame Feng Qingge! She was led to evil by him!
Feng Qingge teased mischievously: "Chen'er, what have you thought of? Why is your face so red?"
"Where!"
Xue Xichen pouted her mouth and said unconvinced: "That's... hot!"
"hot?"
It's freezing cold today, and her hands and feet are so cold, yet she still feels hot? I'm afraid she's ashamed!
Feng Qingge chuckled in her heart, but didn't point it out. He knew that Xue Xichen was thin-skinned, and if he pointed it out, the little wild cat might show off his power again. It was rare for the two of them to be alone, and the atmosphere was so harmonious, and he didn't want to ruin the atmosphere.
"Chen'er, let's go!"
Feng Qingge carried Xue Xichen towards the room. The person in her arms was so light. No wonder she looked so thin. You could feel the coolness on her body through her clothes. For such a big person, she still looked like a child.
, did not know how to take care of herself at all. Feng Qingge felt deep pity in her heart and really wanted to take good care of the person in her arms and make her happy and happy forever.
Like a cat, she nestled in Feng Qingge's arms. The snowflakes on her eyelashes slowly melted, and Xue Xichen blinked unconsciously.
Feng Qingge lowered her eyes and saw a few fine snowflakes falling on Xue Xichen's eyelashes. On her fair face and black hair, perhaps the snowflakes were melting. He saw her crystal clear pupils blinking gently.
Below, the long and slightly curly eyelashes are closed and separated, which is really beautiful. Her small nose, delicate and exquisite, and cherry blossom-like red lips are beautiful and attractive. Her skin is so fair, and her face is so rosy, as if she is breathing.
The broken skin was so smooth that you could faintly see the flow of blood vessels. She was as beautiful as a delicate ceramic doll, which made him want to hold her in his palm for the rest of his life. He couldn't help but want to hold her like this until
The end of time.
Such a close distance, such a fatal temptation, Feng Qingge felt that his mouth was dry and his heartbeat was racing. He couldn't help but slowly lowered his head and moved slightly closer to Xue Xichen's delicate red lips.
Their faces were getting closer and closer, their breaths were so close.
"Qingge!"
His lips stopped an inch away from hers, but he didn't kiss her.
The atmosphere suddenly felt awkward.
The four eyes face each other, big eyes staring at small eyes.
In the end, Feng Qingge was the first to break the silence, pretending to be relaxed and teasing: "Chen'er, your room is here!"
"oh……"
Entering the room, the fire in the furnace was burning brightly. The huge temperature difference between cold and hot made Xue Xichen couldn't help but tremble and shivered in Feng Qingge's arms.
Feng Qingge looked around the room, then hugged Xue Xichen and walked toward the bed.
Just after letting go, Xue Xichen rolled over, rolled into the couch, got under the quilt, poked her head out, and looked at Feng Qingge with clear eyes, "Feng Qingge, why are you so free to come see me today? This
I haven't seen you for several days, are you busy?"
"What, you missed me?"
Feng Qingge sat down next to Xue Xichen's bed, held Xue Xichen's cold little hand, and gently rubbed it to warm it up, "You, you know that your body is afraid of the cold, so you shouldn't wear such thin clothes! If you are sick,
Fallen, do you want me to be heartbroken to death?"
Xue Xichen felt her cheeks burning. She couldn't tell whether it was because the temperature in the room was too high or because she was shy. She pouted and said stubbornly: "I know my own body well!"
"You don't know at all!"
Feng Qingge tapped Xue Xichen's pretty nose with her fingertips, her words containing helplessness and endearment, "If you love snow, how about I accompany you to enjoy the snow when you get better?"