Chapter 863 Do you want me to hold you or carry you?
Another nonsense.
Wei Zi wanted to cry - no, she really cried, but someone was still patient and unyielding.
"Why are you crying? My darling."
Wei Zi thought she had heard wrongly. Feng Danyuan was not an emotional person. He was so arrogant that he rarely spoke of love.
The next moment, he had lowered his head and kissed the tears on her face bit by bit. Seeing her eyes covered with lust (qing) looking at him blankly, he couldn't help but smile, tender as water.
: "Be careful, do you still have time to be dazed? It's because I didn't work hard enough."
Wei Zi's scalp was slightly numb from the explosion.
A moment of clarity suddenly appeared in her confused mind: It turned out that her prince had read those strange story books...
Another round of violent wind and rain hit, and Qingming disappeared immediately, and she continued to be a ball of mud.
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When Wei Zi woke up again, she didn't know what night it was.
This time, she dressed, ate, and combed her hair by herself. As soon as Feng Danyuan looked like he wanted to help, she immediately stopped him: "I'll do it myself!"
"Ha." Feng Danyuan chuckled and said leisurely: "I just want to say that the weather has cleared up, do you want to go out for a walk?"
"Oh, okay." Wei Zi felt that if she stayed in the house any longer, it would definitely be excessive, but more importantly, she was almost bored to the point of getting moldy.
"Which one to wear?" Feng Danyuan asked her, pointing to two fox fur cloaks, one red and one white.
"Red." Wei Zi felt that red was visually warmer.
"Okay." Feng Danyuan turned around and changed into a dark red coat.
Wei Zi was dumbfounded. Since they met, it seemed that Feng Danyuan only wore red on the day they got married, and most of the time he wore black.
He has good looks, good temperament, is tall and straight, and has a great sense of clothes. He looks good no matter what he wears.
But she still likes to see him in red the most, even though she knows that due to his temperament, he would not choose such a bright color.
Feng Danyuan changed his clothes, took the red fox cloak, put it on for Wei Zi, bent over and tied the bag at the collar carefully, and said with a smile: "Can you walk? Do you want me to hold you, or do you want me to carry you?"
"I'll go by myself." Wei Zi retracted his thoughts and replied calmly as if he couldn't hear the hidden meaning in his words.
"It's up to you, my little sweetheart." Someone said tenderly in front of her before standing up straight.
Wei Zi: "..."
She was still a little uncomfortable with her prince's coquettishness.
Opening the door, white light came oncoming.
She just wanted to turn her head, but the wide red sleeves were already blocking her face.
Then, a warm hand grasped hers, and Feng Danyuan's voice sounded above her head: "Follow me."
There was a steady stream of heat pouring into her palms, and her whole body was warm. It pressed against her limbs and her heart. She couldn't help but open her five fingers and interlock with his.
The snow was really heavy this time, and the snow was almost as deep as her knees. But since Feng Danyuan said he would take her out for a walk, naturally someone had already cleared all the snow on the road.
The two walked out of the yard slowly. On a snowy day, there were almost no people on the road except for the men and women who occasionally saw snow sweeping in the yard.
Wei Zi was completely wrapped in a fox fur cloak, and a circle of red fox fur in the hood covered most of her face, except for a pair of eyes.
Occasionally, when I looked up, I saw the clear and beautiful curve of the man's jaw, and above his jaw were slightly curved red lips.
The four words "the years are quiet and peaceful" can't help but pop up in my mind.
I really hope that the two of them can just hold hands and walk in this silver-covered world without any end.
But Wei Zi knew in her heart that the days of "no time in the mountains" would not last long.
