The crystal water droplets were so cold that they shot toward Xiang Yimo like arrows, causing pain like cutting her skin and flesh. She rubbed her arms, hugged herself tightly, and ran out of the greenhouse.
"You don't like to stay in and play with fire, so why did you come out?" The cold voice was dispersed by the cold wind.
Xiang Yimo's thin pajamas were completely soaked, clinging to her thin body, outlining her sultry figure. Her hair was wet and spread over her shoulders, with water droplets hanging down. She was so cold when the biting cold wind blew.
She was trembling, looking at him angrily, and pursed her purple lips, "You extinguished my fire, what are you going to do?"
A maid rushed over anxiously, "Master, there was a sudden power outage just now. Miss Yao was frightened and is now emotionally unstable."
When Nangong Han heard this, he turned around suddenly and walked quickly without a moment's hesitation. Xiang Yimo wanted to keep up with him, but she was so cold that her whole body was shaking, her feet were numb, and she couldn't walk fast.
"Bang!" As soon as he walked into the house, he closed the door.
"Bang! Bang!" Xiang Yimo kicked the door hard twice, but Nangong Han didn't even look back and walked straight away.
Cold! So cold!
Xiang Yimo felt like she was in an ice cellar. There was no warmth in her whole body, as if her body was gradually freezing. She leaned weakly against the door and trembled. Her purple lips were slightly opened, and she breathed out curls of white mist.
The eyelashes fluttered, closed the eyes, and slowly slid down the cold door...
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Nangong Han walked into the warm room, with lace window screens, pink carpet, and dolls all over the floor. The owner of this room must be dreaming of a cute princess dream.
On the large round bed, the quilt was arched and shaking.
"Mina, what's wrong?" Nangong Han sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the quilt, "You cover your head, do you not want to see me?"
She suddenly raised her head, flew into his arms, and hugged him tightly with her hands, "Brother Han, I'm so scared..."
Nangong Han stiffened and frowned, "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
"Do you need to wear clothes for bed?"
At this moment, Yao Meina was completely naked. Her fair skin was as delicate and smooth as a newborn baby. Her plump breasts were pressed against his chest. Nangong Han suddenly realized that she had grown up.
Then there was a crying little girl. He grabbed the quilt on the bed, put it on her body, and wrapped her up, "Don't catch a cold."
Yao Meina lowered her head and bit her lip. She had already taken the initiative, so why was Nangong Han still indifferent? She grabbed his hand and refused to let go, "I'm afraid, can you stay with me tonight?"
"I still have things to deal with." Nangong Han patted her hand lightly and motioned for her to let go.
Yao Meina threw off the quilt and rushed towards him again. She hooked her hands around his neck and blinked with moist eyes. "Is there anything more important than me?" She exhaled and deliberately rubbed her breasts against his.
On his chest, through the thin shirt, his delicate fingertips drew circles on his chest.