Chapter 348: Evil!

Ziyan stretched out her hands from the warm quilt, and instead of taking the bracelet on Xiang Yu's hand, she took his hand and looked at it carefully in the light of the fire. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As soon as he touched his hand, Ziyan's first reaction was: Good ice! It's like just freezing in the refrigerator for a long time, and even the blood is frozen to the bone!

Xiang Yu's hands can't be called beautiful, but they have a sense of strength, and their broad palms can give people a sense of security. But at this moment, these hands were blue and white, cold and stiff, and even the fingers were frozen and could not be bent. The nails had been smoothed out, and there were still blood stains oozing out of the joints and between the fingers, and I don't know if it was frozen or wounded.

Looking at it, Ziyan's tears suddenly fell, silently, and big drops of water smashed on Xiang Yu's face.

A little bit of damp warmth spread in his hands, Xiang Yu's feeling was not so sensitive, but when he saw her wet eyes first, he was in a hurry, clumsily took her in his arms, patted her one by one, and said in a disorderly manner: "What's wrong with you?" Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, did I do something again? If you have a problem, tell me, don't cry. It's okay if you're angry with me, beat me and scold me, don't cry......"

Ziyan cried and cried, wiping her tears with her hands, while trying to squeeze out a smile for him: "Mmmm, I'm not angry with you, I don't cry." But she cried and laughed like this, it was better to cry directly, such an awkward expression, her face was a little distorted, tears stained her face, and her face was embarrassed.

Xiang Yu grabbed her hand anxiously: "Don't wipe it, tears are wiped on your face, ice is on your face, and your face is going to crack again." ”

But when he touched Ziyan's warm skin, he was reminded of how cold his hands were, so he was embarrassed to withdraw his hand, and rubbed it on the clothes on his body in embarrassment, wanting to warm his hand a little more and no longer ice her.

Ziyan's tears seemed to close the valve all of a sudden, and without saying a word, he directly pulled his hand, untied the clothes on his chest, and put his hand directly on his chest.

Xiang Yu...... Xiang Yu suddenly turned red at the root of his ears. Ziyan didn't put his hand in his arms, but directly in his underwear, and under his palm was her pair of soft roundness, even if his hand was cold, she was shocked, and she didn't take out his hand.

So exciting, so fragrant! Before Xiang Yu could react, he subconsciously rubbed the softness under his palm twice. The cream-like touch under his palm made him react instantly.

Although the purple smoke is not untouched, but the man's rough palms and cold and piercing touch, where have you ever received such stimulation? There was a shock all over my body, and I got goosebumps. But that's it, she didn't push his hand out, but wrapped her hand around his hand, and hugged it a little harder.

But he didn't covet the warmth of his subordinates, but was more concerned about her safety.

"Yu'er, be good, let go, my hand is ice, you are not in good health now, and you can't get cold."

"It's okay, you, you hand ice, I'm ...... I'll warm you up. Purple Smoke choked before she finished speaking.

But Xiang Yu's reaction was beyond her expectations.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the desire to shout all over his body, and then, firmly, withdrew his hand. Pull her up on her chest and hold her in your arms.

He took her left hand, picked up the bracelet that had been almost completely forgotten, carefully patted off the residual snow and water stains on it, and put the bracelet on her wrist. Then he put her hand back in her arms and hugged her tighter.

He did all these actions very gently, carefully, seriously, and firmly.

He leaned down, his warm breath and his mellow tone vibrating in her ears: "Yu'er, don't do this, I am willing to do anything for you, you don't have to be wronged like this." ”

"I ...... I'm not aggrieved. Ziyan seemed to have really returned to the time when she was sixteen years old all of a sudden, and kept shedding tears when she said that she was not aggrieved or squeamish, "Why are you so good to me?" ”

"I don't know." Xiang Yu's voice was low and mellow, with a touch of magnetism and deep affection, "But I just want to." I want to be nice to you, and I will be happy to see you happy and see you laugh. Actually, I'm just trying to be happy. ”

Who said that Xiang Yu is old-fashioned and can't talk about love? He obviously said better than anyone else, Ziyan was already drunk.

She now knows why those girls who were originally very strong and independent become so squeamish when they fall in love, and they have to ask their boyfriends to coax them with nice words.

It turns out that listening to the love words of your lover is such a beautiful thing, such a pleasant thing, such a thing, and such an addictive thing. This is simply the deadliest drug in the world, and you will become addicted to it as soon as you get it, and no matter how high your wisdom and perseverance are, you can't quit it.

Oh, sometimes you don't even need to say love words, the two of them just hug each other quietly, which makes people want to swear by the sea and swear, think about the wilderness, and want to never separate regardless of the landslides outside.

Evil! I want to know you and live a long life! The mountains are edgeless, the heaven and the earth are combined, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder is shaking, the summer rain and snow, but dare to be with the king!

The aroma of broth wafts in the air, as if soaked in firewood, rice, oil and salt of life, as if living at home is as warm as living at home.

Xiang Yu is a man in the end, and he is calmer than Ziyan.

With a gentle movement, he freed his hand, skimmed the upper layer of oil slick in the pot, beat the upper layer of clear soup, and picked a few pieces of the finest meat and put them in the bowl. Bring it to her mouth and feed her to drink. Spoonful after spoonful.

Ziyan behaved like a child, without saying a word, he opened his mouth when he brought the spoon to his mouth, swallowed the soup, and chewed the meat. When the bowl bottomed out, it was estimated that it was close to Ziyan's usual amount of food, so Xiang Yu stopped feeding her, and hastily took care of his stomach with this residual soup.

Throwing the bowl back into the pot, Xiang Yu lay down, and naturally turned sideways to hold Ziyan in his arms, still in the same completely encircled embrace posture as before, only this time, it was not for the charm of warm nephrite in his arms.

His tall figure enveloped her in his arms, blocking the pervasive cold wind on the grassland, bringing her closer to him, sharing his body temperature, and warming her cold hands and feet.

"Well, go to sleep. I'm with you. Xiang Yu's voice was low, but the affection in it was full of overflowing, and the heart of Ziyan was also soaked in it, swelling and warm.

"Hmm." Ziyan is really very well-behaved, no longer has the majesty of the goddess who was a last resort before, like a child, like a harmless little pet, more like a docile little woman, he says to eat, he says to sleep, she does whatever he says, supple and abnormal.