"Honestly, I want to thank you. You've cultivated my endurance very well over the past four years. ”

Her little face lost the sense of control that she knew about him as she followed his words, and gradually showed consternation, and her eyes drifted.

But Fang Yuchen's words were still not over, his sober-mindedness was far better than the cognition of the snow-haired girl, and he continued playfully: "Although I still don't know why you betrayed me, why don't you want to kill me later. But ......"

He paused for a moment, his eyes burned, and he stretched out his hand and placed it on the girl's embroidered snow-patterned petals' placket without scruples, and the softness of her chest, which was slightly rising like a pigeon, was just the size of his hand, and he held it in a hand, not as cold as a snowflake, but with the warmth of a fragrant body.

It seemed that because of the lack of knowledge of him, the soft smile on the girl's face was gone. Perhaps it was because of the four girls standing quietly on the side, she lowered her eyes slightly, and two touches of red quickly floated on her delicate white cheeks, but she did not struggle at all against his aggression.

Fang Yuchen's heart suddenly became relieved, he felt that at this moment, he and the snow-haired girl were the first time in their relationship in the past four years that they were anti-guest-oriented.

The idea that he didn't go back to the usual path actually really dominated the relationship between the two, instead of being pulled by the snow-haired girl like a stupid cow like before.

Perhaps it was because his words and thoughts were beyond the Snow-Haired Girl's earlier calculations, and she was a little in a state of mind because of this. At this moment, she lowered her head slightly and had some shyness on her face, and she really seemed to be weak.

Fang Yuchen's eyes were cold and playful, he lightly grabbed and rubbed the softness of the grip in his hand, his voice began to be hoarse and low, and he still said with a little playfulness: "You know that this will annoy me, and you also know what the consequences of annoying me all the time are." But you're happy to do it. ”

He stared at the soft shyness on the girl's cheeks, and leaned towards her pink and white jade ears, a warm and sweet smell that was not different from her cool temperament like fine snow.

The girl who was gently leaning on the back of the sofa was very well-behaved and supple and let him do it. He kneaded her breasts with one hand and rubbed gently against her smooth back with the other.

He stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked her pink and soft earlobe, and the moment he touched it, he felt the delicate body in his arms stiffen for a moment.

"Whew." She let out a humming groan, and her body quickly collapsed in Fang Yuchen's arms.

The four women standing by the flower bed not far away bowed their heads, as if they didn't see this side. Fang Yuchen stretched out his hand lightly and let go of the hand that was holding in front of the girl's chest. He sat on the edge of the sofa beside him with his delicate body soft in his arms, and the L-shaped high-backed sofa had no armrests, which seemed so convenient at this time.

Xinxue sat on his lap, his head buried in his right chest, and his whole body was soft and glutinous and weakly attached to his body.

Fang Yuchen looked down and watched the long snow-haired hair fall scattered between his knees, and some of them had already hung to the ground. The girl's face was buried deep in his chest, leaning slightly to the side, and her small hands resting lightly on his abdomen. He supported her back with his right hand, and rubbed his left hand against her thin waist with a snow-streaked white belt. Although she was covered by a layer of silky fabric, she still felt the fragrance and softness of the skin around her waist. Xinxue just let him caress him very softly, rubbing his cheeks on his chest like a kitten clinging to his mother's side.

He glanced at the four girls who were hanging their heads on the edge of the flower bed not far away, and suddenly lowered their voices and teased: "Do you want me to do such a thing so much?" ”

Is that how you want me to do this?

Although his voice was soft, it burst like thunder in the ears of the snow-haired girl in his arms, and her body, which was already limp in his arms like a lightning strike, immediately became erect.

This was actually the idea that Fang Yuchen had been pressing in his heart for a long time. She knew everything, and she knew what kind of treatment she would incur from her attitude. But she is still so happy to tease him, doesn't she really want to be pampered by him?

Xinxue moved back a little stiffly in his arms, her eyes were half-drooping, her beautiful face was mixed with some blush and paleness, and she whispered, "I didn't ......"

The girl's somewhat soft and coquettish demeanor instantly made Fang Yuchen feel as if she had returned to four years ago, she was still his intimate "Xue'er", and it seemed that nothing had happened between the two of them in these years.

But she still didn't learn to ski after all......

If it was four years ago, because of her weak appearance, he would have pity in his heart, but his mouth would be happy because of her touching shyness. Now, it's more than that. The more she behaved so weakly, the more she could be bullied, the more she would arouse the raging fire in his heart.

This is a complex lust for her that is unique to him, mixed with revenge and pity.

On the one hand, I felt that she was pretending to be weak to win sympathy, and that she should ravage her unscrupulously, so that she could know that what she had done was like a knife cutting the thread between them, and all the sweetness of this originally closely connected thread was wiped out. And her concealment from him, this feeling of not completely trusting him, made him even more angry.

But on the other hand, she secretly sighed that she had been lonely in that ice and snow world for four years, and the days in these four years may have been extremely lonely, right? Will it really be like in a dream, quietly and silently in that snow-covered hut one day, and completely cut off this loneliness?

"Cher......" he said in a hoarse voice, his warm left hand rubbing gently around her lower abdomen, stroking slowly under the watery hem of her skirt. Under the ground covered with light yellow sand, it seemed as if a flames were about to erupt into the sky.

The girl's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and some of the long snowy hair behind her hung down on her back, smoothing over his right arm that was gently clasped around her snowy back.

The name of you and me for each other in the past four years seems to have come to an end here.

She now calls him by his full name in a nostalgic but somewhat raw tone, and his title remains the same as it was after a few stories.

The girl in the snow-white gorgeous palace dress shrank slightly at this time, she showed a thin and soft shallow smile, and closed her eyes lightly.

In the flower garden on the top floor, there was silence. Sunlight doesn't shine in directly, but it shines brighter. The verdant red incense planted in the flower beds on the side, and the silver-black metal city buildings on the red earth under the blue and yellow canopy outside the transparent glass, form a unique scenery here.

Her slender pleated skirt wrapped around her slender legs scattered lightly at the edges, and her brocade boots hung in the air. But lying in the arms of the young man, she was like a kitten hiding from the cold wind and rain outside, curled up and clumped herself in his arms, squeezing into the warm space that stretched out of his arms and chest, as if she wanted to dissolve into his body.

He had gone through a dream-like loss and regained, so why shouldn't she?

She couldn't wait any longer......

The storm is coming. And he is about to have a wife of his own, but what about her?

If she doesn't do something about it, she'll regret it, right? I'm going to regret it......