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It's like burrowing into a soft and warm mussel shell, the cold is isolated, and the warmth fills the body bit by bit.

Wow...... It's so warm.

Maroon hair stained with small snowflakes spread out between the soft white pillows. Qianling nested in the futon and only showed a pair of soft eyes, so warm that she was about to melt, and suddenly she was a little glad that she didn't stay stubborn outside in the cold again.

Suddenly, a fair-skinned and slender hand wrapped around his body and gently tightened the corners of the exposed futon.

She paused, her sleepy eyes blinked as if she was awake, and the whole person froze motionless in the quilt and did not dare to move, and the hand that wrapped around her body gently and carefully covered the quilt, and quietly retracted.

"Is it still cold?" the voice was soft and close to the ear.

The white fingers gently stroked the forehead and wiped away the small snowflakes between the hair.

The skin touched by a slight coolness and warmth.

Qianling trembled, huddled motionless in the futon, biting her lip and not daring to make a sound, she paused for a while but slowly shook her head and looked at the person next to her.

It was late at night, snow was falling outside the window, and the fluttering window screen was hazy.

Her long, crisp and silky black hair spreads out between the pillows, and her long strands are close to her skin.

A stone's throw away.

The boy lay on the pillow next to her, his long hair scattered, and his skin like snow. Clear eyes stared at her, the blood faded, and the brightness was as clear as frost and snow.

The line of sight is opposite.

Qianling stared blankly at his hazy and delicate side face in the white snow, and his brain became blank in a trance, and he couldn't take his eyes off.

"Good night...... Wing. A soft voice was close to my ears.

The shadow sprinkled, and a gentle kiss imprinted on the forehead, like a white feather falling from the nine heavens.

The familiar breath is close at hand, and the black hair brushes the cheeks, cool and soft.

Qianling was stunned, and watched as the person next to her leaned over and kissed her forehead, and her eyes were close at hand......

It was the boy's long scattered black hair, his fair and flawless neck, and the slender collarbone looming between the white clothes.

A familiar smell lingers in the nose.

"Good night, evening, good night!"

She shrank her head into the quilt like a turtle, her forehead and face were burned, and she didn't dare to look at it again.

Lan Yue watched her flee into the quilt in a panic, her eyelashes drooping, and a crimson flush crept up her cheeks little by little.

In Ellens, she had kissed him so many times before, but she had returned it and hid like this......

I muttered in my heart, but my cheeks became hotter and hotter.

The twilight is dark and the forest is quiet.

The white snow fluttered slowly over the forest, layer by layer, covered with black dead branches, like a white funeral.

The silver bell under the window swirled lightly, and the hazy white veil flickered, sprinkling a faint shadow on the bed.

The treehouse was quiet, and the windows were filled with the hazy glow of snow.

I don't know how long it took.

A pair of dripping eyes slowly appeared from the white futon that was wrapped, blinking, and looking to the side.

The curtains are hazy and the snow shadows are ethereal.

The boy slept quietly, breathing shallowly. The snow-white futon covered his chest, and the long black hair scattered randomly brushed on the futon bed one by one.

A few strands of black hair were scattered diagonally in front of his forehead, and his thin and slender eyelashes hung down. He slept there, his pale cheeks weak and tired, his fair skin reflecting the hazy light outside the window, as pure and flawless as frost and snow.

...... asleep?

The exposed eyes blinked, and Qianling poked her head out little by little like a groundhog, and lay on the pillow to breathe a sigh of relief.

There was no sound in all directions, and the silver bell of the window rotated gently, making a slight "ding" from time to time.

The bed is not big, it seems to be the size of a girl's sleep, similar to the small bed in Ellens's house, only softer and more comfortable, and the bedding is thicker and warmer.

At the time of Ellen Is, Satsuki was still a child, and the two of them would be able to fall asleep. And for the teenager who is now a head taller than her, the two of them are obviously much more crowded with this small bed.

Qianling looked at the roof in a daze, not sleepy at all.

His black hair was scattered right next to her cheeks, close enough to brush her cheeks. The shoulders touched under the futon came from a slightly warm body temperature.

The forehead was warm, with a slight trace of warmth.

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"Good night...... Wing. ”

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The same sentence was repeated over and over again in my blank mind.

Qianling looked at the roof, slowly biting her lip, and her cheeks suddenly became inexplicably hot.

Satsuki, this guy......

It's always inexplicable.

Appearing inexplicably, disappearing inexplicably, getting angry inexplicably, and inexplicably loved ones......

I guess it was the "goodnight kiss" ...... that I learned from her when I was in Ellen Is?

Hmm, but it's for children, just like her parents gave it when she was a child, and later she gave it to Xiao Yu.

At that time, if she hadn't thought that Xiaoyue was a child, she wouldn't have anything to kiss him...... I didn't expect this guy to remember and learn......

Speaking of which, counting the one just now, Satsuki kissed her forehead twice......

The last time it was when it was with Ellens, he ran out and fell from the sky that night, and scared her away. Later, after carrying him home, he was inexplicably kissed on the forehead in the early morning......

Hmm......

She nestled under the covers, counted on her fingers, and blinked.

has lived for 17 years, and when the boy was a child, his father and Xiao Yu kissed her......

Qianling bit her lip, shook her head vigorously, and knocked "bang" and "bang" again to dispel the heat on her cheeks.

Forget it......

Satsuki, that's Satsuki!

Only...... Just be gnawed by a child, don't count!

Sleep together too...... I don't count, anyway, it's not the first time I've slept with him, not to mention that it's still a sick number......

Qianling turned his face sideways, looked at the pale and weak face of the person next to him who was faint in the hazy light outside the window, his eyes touched his bare white neck, blinked slowly, stretched out his hand to pull up the futon a little, and covered his neck well, leaving no gaps.

Snow is flying, and light and shadow are dappled.

Lan Yue was lying on the bed by the window, her side face was gilded with a hazy light, and her low-hanging eyelashes were almost transparent.

Qianling carefully and slowly turned sideways, her cheeks resting comfortably on the soft pillows, and quietly looked at his sleeping face.

I still remember Galandelle in early spring, the earth-shattering explosion, the sweeping smoke, and the craters of the sea of corpses and blood......

The boy she picked up from the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood was silver-haired and snow-skinned, soft and fragile.

Since when did the soft little guy in her arms begin......

Has he become a handsome and delicate teenager today?

When he was a child, he was fascinated by a piece of Tianshui Street, and everyone wanted to hug him and kiss him; when he grew up, he was fascinated by a whole demon clan, and was respected and admired by tens of thousands of people.

"Natural beauty" or something, I seem to understand a little.

Time flies...... It's so fast.

She looked at the familiar silhouette of his face, chestnut hair scattered between the pillows, and her eyes were misty.

Moon

Moon......

How long has it been since I've seen you so closely and so clearly? (To be continued.) )