Luo Jiala tightened his cloak, sniffed his breath quietly on the clothes, and glanced at him secretly, but refused to leave, "Stay a little longer, and I'll watch the snow for a little while longer, okay?"
It’s just snow, what’s so good about it?!
Zitu cursed in his heart, but he couldn't bear to refuse, "Okay, just for a while."
Luo Jia's heart suddenly felt sweeter than eating honey, "Thank you, Zitu."
Although her body was still a little cold, she felt warm in her heart. Looking at the plum blossoms in front of her, she couldn't help but think of the plum blossom rice that Zitu had mentioned before.
In my heart, I secretly made a decision.
Ah sneeze!
However, her nose is really not up to par. Luo Jia, who has been living in a gentle elf village, is really not suitable for the cold weather when it snows in Zi Yao City.
"We'll be here soon, let's go back." Zi Tu spoke again, already a bit more tough.
Luo Jia heard his emotions and did not insist anymore. He just walked out of Merlin with him and sent her to the guest room. The purple disciple stopped at the door.
"Have a good rest and I will ask the servant to get you some ginger soup."
"etc."
Luo Jia hurriedly took off her cloak, carefully shook off the snow on it and brought it to him. Looking at the snow falling on his body, she raised her little hand and brushed it off for him.
She was shorter than him. She stood in front of him and helped pat the snow. Zitu could just see the top of her head. There was also some snow falling on her eyebrows and eyelashes. Because of the warmth in the room, the snow turned into some crystals.
The tiny water drops look like pearls.
The long eyelashes were hung with small water drops, and even the pair of dark green eyes seemed to be extraordinarily crystal clear.
Because he grew up looking at purple pupils, Zi Tu’s ability to judge beauty is naturally based on purple pupils unconsciously. Therefore, even if he meets Luo Jia for the first time, or sees people like Yan Hui and Ximen Biluo,
He won't feel anything when he sees it.
But this time, he suddenly felt that the girl in front of him was very beautiful.
He still remembers that when he was a child, his mother helped him sweep the snow, and there were beautiful water drops hanging on her eyelashes. At that time, he was still young, and he would always reach out his fingers naughtily to brush the water drops off her eyelashes.
Seeing the water droplets hanging on Luo Jia's eyelashes, Zi Tu raised his fingers on his own initiative.
"alright……"
Luo Jia raised her face, and Zitu's fingers had not touched her originally. When she raised her head, his fingers happened to touch her face.
When their skin touched each other, both of them were startled.
After being stiff for a while, the two of them came to their senses.
Zitu hurriedly retracted his fingers, "I'll go...I'll make ginger soup for you."
The usually dull boy now looked panicked.
Before he finished speaking, he walked away hastily.
"purple……"
Luo Jia stood inside the door, looking at his cloak that was still in her hand, opening her mouth and blinking in confusion.
For a moment, she raised her fingers to touch the place where his fingers had touched her. Her face became even redder. Then she looked at his cloak. Luo Jia closed the door and hugged Zitu's cloak tightly in her arms.
He raised his face and raised his lips.
＊＊＊Ni-tian-xiao-kuang-hou＊＊＊
Orange City, Mengjia.
Meng Fusheng raised his hand and pushed open the door in front of him.
The door opened, and a spacious and huge warehouse appeared in front of Zi Tong.
Inside the warehouse, there are luminous star stones inlaid on the walls, making the entire warehouse as bright as day. In the warehouse, which is the size of several halls, a set of gorgeous purple armor is placed silently on the snow-white ground.