Feng Hao stepped out of the door, and a figure suddenly rushed in front of him: "Hao, why are you?"

If it weren't for the familiar voice that made him think about it, this person would have already been thrown to the ground by him.

"Orange ......" he couldn't believe his eyes. Xia Yucheng in front of him was wearing a knee-length white down jacket, a pair of coffee-colored boots, a knitted scarf around wool, a woolen hat and earmuffs.

Her long, jet-black hair was tied into two fluffy braids and hung down over her shoulders, and she stood in front of him smiling, her complexion was as clear as jade, her lips were thin and pale as water, and her eyes were as clear as crystals soaked in water.

"Can't you think of it?Hao, shouldn't you give me a hug at this time?" she asked with a smile holding back her tears and heartache.

She missed him so much that he didn't pick her up, so she came by herself.

She came, and for the sake of the man she loved, she mustered up the courage to step on the plane to Kyoto.

If she doesn't come, she is afraid that she will regret it for the rest of her life.

Feng Hao was still staring at her with that incredible look, and he felt like he was still in a drunken dream.

"Why didn't you call me?" he asked in a dumb voice.

"I'm afraid...... You're resting and don't want to wake you up!" She tried her best to keep a beautiful smile, she didn't call, in fact, she was afraid that he wouldn't answer her call.

"Why don't you knock?"

"It's not dawn yet, so it's going to disturb everyone. Xia Yucheng stomped his feet and spread his arms, "Don't you want to hug me?"

Feng Hao choked in his throat, probably thinking that it felt too real. He stepped forward and pulled her into his arms without saying a word, and with a twist of his arms, he hugged her trembling body tightly.

He buried his face in her neck and breathed hard to relieve the tingling pain in his heart.

"Fool!" he whispered in her ear, "didn't you say not to appear in front of me like this? ”

"You're not going to let me have anything to do, you can feel me, Hao, like I can feel you. Actually, as soon as the door rang, I guessed that it was you, it must be you, because you knew I was coming, didn't you?" she put her arms around his neck, tears pouring down her cheeks.

But he didn't dare to let him find out that he was crying, so he had to rub all his tears on the placket of his clothes.

He picked up her face and kissed her softly on her forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, and finally on her tear-wet lips, kissing hard.

Salty tears slipped into their mouths, churning at each other's aching hearts.

"What are you crying about?" Feng Hao reluctantly raised her head, scraped the tip of her cold little nose with her fingers, and asked with pity.

"I'm so happy to see you!" she poked her head out of front of him and looked inside the door, "Hao, is this your home?"

"Yes, it's yours too!" he curled a doting smile at the corners of his lips and bent down slightly to pick her up, "I'll take you home!"

"Okay!" Xia Yucheng smiled, her eyebrows were crooked, she swore in her heart that after stepping into this house, she would not let others see her shed a tear again.

"Bring Miss Xia's salute into the inner courtyard!" Feng Hao instructed the servant who had already been stunned as he entered the door.

The adult was so excited and excited to carry a woman into the wind house, for the first time in the world, how could the maid not be surprised.

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