The next day, Liang Yiqing woke up early in the morning, and there was no warmth in his arms like yesterday, he was so shocked that he got up directly and looked around, but saw He Yijin open the curtains of the hotel, and was lying on the railing of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out quietly.

"Hibiscus." He couldn't help but call her name.

She didn't hear it, so she didn't respond, she still lay there quietly, at this moment, Liang Yiqing's heart felt a strong uneasiness, he called her name once, and his voice was louder.

This time, He Yijin heard it, but she didn't look back, just said faintly: "You see, how beautiful the snow is, but unfortunately, as soon as spring comes, it will melt and beautiful things will disappear." ”

Liang Yiqing listened to her strange words, a strong uneasiness hit his heart, he quickly got off the bed, ran behind her, hugged her, and looked at her again, only to find that she was crying.

"Hibiscus, what's wrong with you, why are you crying all of a sudden." He asked in a panic.

"Liang Yiqing, I like you, I really like you." He Yijin replied to the horse's mouth.

"Hibiscus, what's wrong, why are you crying?" He asked again in alarm.

"Liang Yiqing, do you like me? Are you serious about this feeling? She didn't answer, but asked him.

"Of course it's serious, why don't I take it seriously, I have been plotting against you for a long time, why not be serious, tell me, is something happening?" Liang Yiqing was deeply disturbed and deeply puzzled.

"No, thank you for liking me, I'll give you me, okay?" He Yijin smiled and wept, but still said something that made him wonder.

He held her, and she turned in his arms, and then stood on tiptoe, her cold lips slowly clinging to his, warm lips.

He just felt strange and just left it.

"Hibiscus, what are you going to do?" Puzzled, he asked the question.

"Liang Yiqing, do you like me?" And she gave him a rhetorical question.

Like her, he was serious, so he nodded vigorously, and the corners of her mouth also had a smile, and said, "Like me, then I'll give me to you, okay, don't reject me." ”

As the words fell, her lips were attached to his, uneasy, lingering, and cautious, and he was startled, but slowly responded to her later.

On a snowy day, it is cold, but between two people, there is a unique heat, which is the heat of desire, the heat of love.

Liang Yiqing, he said that he liked her, and she believed it, so she chose to forget the screenshot of the chat she received a month ago, and she also chose to forget the message she saw on his phone in the middle of the night.

She gave herself to him just because, she liked him and wanted to be forever.

A long, long time passed, and the heat between the two of them gradually receded, and only the residual warmth remained, and she shrank quietly in the quilt, without saying a word.

Liang Yiqing leaned over and quietly protected her, his chin resting on her hair.

For a long, long time, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he called her.

"Hibiscus." He said.

"Hmm." She responded to him in a thick, nasal voice, and moved slightly in his arms.

"Hibiscus, I like you more than I like you." He said.

"Hmm." She replied to him in a nasal voice.

"Hibiscus, are you hungry?" He thought she had answered without emotion, so he asked this most common question.

"Hungry, hungry." She said.

"Then I'll go out and buy you food, what do you want to eat?" He asked again.

"As long as it's delicious, it's okay, and there must be soup." She replied.

"That's good." He said.