"I didn't do anything!" Xiang Yimo widened his watery eyes with an innocent look on his face, "There is such a lot of snow in front of the door. What if grandpa slips when he goes out later? I will The quickest and most convenient way to clean it up!”
"What a pile of snow, open your eyes and see clearly, this is the snowman I built!"
"Have you ever seen a snowman who has a body without a body, a head without a head, and a face without a face? Anyway, I have never seen it! Why don't you insult the snowman with these strange things?" Xiang Yimo said, He beat the snowman that Shen Mengni had built early in the morning until he was completely covered with it.
"You..." She was so angry that her teeth itched, but unable to fight back, she picked up a snow cube from the ground and threw it at Xiang Yimo's face.
She turned sideways and said, "You want to have a snowball fight, right? I'll accompany you!"
It snowed all night, and a thick layer accumulated on the balcony. Xiang Yimo ignored the injury on his hands, grabbed it and threw it down. Being condescending always has an advantage. When Shen Mengni bent down to pick up the snow, she struck out, crack shot.
When Shen Mengni threw her, Xiang Yimo blocked the attack with a bucket and easily blocked the attack. In the blink of an eye, Shen Mengni was thrown all over her body, especially her hair, which was covered with white snow, as if she had just crawled out of a snowdrift. came out, but she just got some snowflakes on her clothes.
"I think you look more like a snowman now! Do you still need to make a pile? Just bury yourself!"
"You..." Shen Mengni sulked, "Your mouth is so mean!" She picked up a large pile of snow and threw it towards her.
This time, Xiang Yimo did not dodge. The moment the snow was about to hit her, she moved the glass door. The white snow hit the transparent glass and slid down, "You can play slowly by yourself." , I won’t accompany you anymore!”
In fact, she threw all the falling snow on the balcony. Without the shells, there was no way to fight, so we had to retreat.
"Is it fun?" The deep voice revealed a hint of anger.
Xiang Yimo patted the snowflakes on his body, raised his head blankly, and asked, "When did you come up?"
"come over!"
Nangong Han shouted angrily, but Xiang Yimo took a step back, "Do you want to punish me?"
"Come here! Did you hear that? Don't make me repeat it a third time!"
Xiang Yimo took small steps and walked towards him reluctantly, murmuring softly, "I just had a snowball fight. Isn't it a bad thing?"
"Reach out!"
"You're not going to hit my palm, are you?" Xiang Yimo hid his hands that were red and purple from the cold, "My hands are already injured. If you hit me again, it would be too cruel and inhumane!"
"So you still remember that your hand was injured!" Nangong Han stretched out his arm, went around behind her, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her hand away. Her fingers were swollen, her palms were red, and the newly scabbed wound opened again, Qin A trace of blood came out.
Her hands were numb from the cold, and Xiang Yimo couldn't feel the pain at all. "It's so ugly, so don't look at it." She wanted to shrink back, but he held her tightly.
Nangong Han sighed softly and turned around. There was a medical kit hidden behind him. He carefully cleaned her wounds, applied ointment, and bandaged her...
Xiang Yimo breathed a sigh of relief and murmured dissatisfiedly, "You obviously want to give me medicine and bandage, but you still scare me with a sullen face!"
"If not, will you have a long memory?"
"It's bandaged, can I still go and play?" She was like an obedient child asking for an adult's opinion.
Nangong Han's eyes tightened, "Do you still want to play?"
"No, no!" Xiang Yimo saw the sudden change in his expression and immediately changed his words, "I was joking!"
Nangong Han very patiently wrapped her hands in gauze, layer after layer, circle after circle.
Xiang Yimo couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "Is this... this gauze wrapped too much? It's just like wearing boxing gloves!"
"Only in this way can you feel at peace!"
Xiang Yimo was about to cry, "You wrapped my hands into bear paws, how do you want me to change clothes?"
"I'll change it for you!" Nangong Han picked her up and walked to the changing room, "What are you going to wear today?"
"You pervert, did you deliberately wrap my hands like two rice dumplings? Then you took advantage of me and eat my tofu!" Xiang Yimo said angrily.
"If I want to take advantage of you and eat from you, I can do it anytime, anywhere. Do I need to do anything extra?"
"I don't need to change my underwear, why do you take it off!"
“Auntie’s underwear is not sexy at all!”
"Can you please stop touching me? I'm ticklish!"
"Then don't move! Come on, turn around and show me!"
"It's just a pair of shorts, what's there to see!"
"How about changing it and trying other styles? This hollow lace one is pretty good!"
"Nangong Han! Is your taste too vulgar?"
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Shen Mengni stood outside the door in despair, the snowflakes on her head gradually melted, moistening her hair and her heart. Their conversation was endless, and every word was like a sharp thorn.
It hurts her...
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Xiang Yimo lowered her head, because Nangong Han helped her get dressed just now, and her face was still flushed. She stared at her "bear paw" intently, with a look of helplessness on her face, and asked resentfully: "What about this?"
When will it be delivered?”
Bandaging her like this is no different from wearing handcuffs. It makes her hands useless.
"Look at your performance!" Nangong Han stared ahead. The snowy road was very slippery. Although he was very skilled in driving, he still slowed down for safety reasons.
"Where to go now?"
"You'll know when you go there!"
Xiang Yimo pouted her lips in displeasure, "How stingy!" Her eyes suddenly lit up, "You're not taking me to boxing, are you?"
"You have a beautiful idea!" Nangong Han curled his thin lips, "I'll take you skiing!"
"Really?" Xiang Yimo cheered.
"Don't you like playing in the snow? I'll let you have enough fun this time!"
Xiang Yimo held his cheeks with his two paws, tilted his head, and stared at his side face for a moment.
Nangong Han frowned and glanced at her from the corner of his eye, "What are you looking at?"
"Actually, I find you are quite cute sometimes!"
"Cough! Cough!" Nangong Han coughed twice calmly. He was a murderous demon, and yet someone would describe him as cute. Nangong Han didn't know whether he should cry or laugh.