Zijie's Death 4
In the cold winter nights, the cliffs are steep.
Fireworks burst into the woods, like sparks, which can set the prairie on fire.
Song Zhao's heartbeat was unprecedentedly loud, even overshadowing the sound of fireworks.
She pursed her lips and asked in an uncertain tone, "I doubt that the fourth brother has chased many girls." ”
Otherwise, why would you chase it so much!
She's like, a little bit...... The heart of the ape.
"I've only chased you."
Si Yu laughed calmly and casually.
A pair of peach blossom eyes are even brighter under the fireworks, with deep eye sockets, domineering and hot, and a heart-warming gentleness.
Song Zhao's eyes were upturned, and his face was bright and beautiful, "Brother, you are so good." ”
"Where is this?"
The man's tone was light and a little nonchalant.
His eyes drooped down, his laughter was low, and the roots of his ears tickled.
"With my brother, my brother will be even better."
“……”
Let's trick her again.
Song Zhao said that he was not fooled.
Si Yu laughed sullenly, took out a big piece of rice out of nowhere, and wrapped her and him in a space.
The wind howls at the top of the mountain.
Da Yu isolated the cold and expanded a warm support for her.
Her eyelashes flickered, and she whispered, "You fouled ......"
This person talks about pursuit, but he always has to do something to her.
Si Yu lowered his eyes.
Grabbed one of her hands and put it into his arms, "Brother is reluctant to freeze you." ”
Of course, he is also a bit scheming.
wanted to make Song Zhao get used to his closeness through some simple physical touches.
It's called the pursuit of strategy.
The fireworks don't stop.
Song Zhao's hands were dyed hot by Lord Quanchen's body temperature, and it warmed all the way to his heart.
As if he wasn't enough, he took her hand again and sighed softly.
The man lowered his eyebrows slightly, the bridge of his nose was straight and good-looking, and his expression was serious and focused.
The wind blew his collar open, the neckline loose, and the cold white neckline followed into his firm and sexy chest.
Song Zhao's heart seemed to be thrown into a stone, causing a ripple.
She suddenly withdrew her hand, and the ghost reached over to close it for him.
Si Yu lowered his eyes and looked at each other.
His thin eyelids lifted, and the tails of his upturned eyes hooked, "Want to touch?" ”
Song Zhao, "......"
*
When Si Yu sent Song Zhao back to the Song Mansion, it was already the time of Yin.
Si Yu stopped at the door, pulled Song Zhao, who was still wrapped in his big coat, to him, and whispered, "I'll take a break tomorrow and take you out to eat." ”
Song Zhao snorted lightly.
He patted her little head, leaned over and kissed her on the brow, polite and gentle, "Good night." ”
"I'm back, good night." Song Zhao covered his little face and ran away in small steps.
The night is quiet and the lights are gentle.
The branches sticking out of the corner of the wall are covered with bright roses.
The flowers were scattered, chasing the skirt of the girl's swift sweeping, leaving a rich fragrance on the path.
Looking at the little girl's slightly flustered back, Si Yu raised his hand and gently rubbed his lips with his fingertips.
This is love~
*
Song Zhao finished washing and got into the quilt.
After a few hours of busyness, she soon fell into a deep sleep.
In my sleep, I was still vaguely on the top of the mountain of brilliant fireworks.
She looked up at the starry sky that Lord Quan had given her.
The man, who was particularly bad, hooked her palm several times.
The corners of Song Zhao's mouth secretly bent unhiddenly.
*
The next day, Song Zhao slept until three o'clock in the morning before getting up.
When she opened her eyes, she was still like a dream.
The bell came in from outside and waited for her to wash.
She and Song Zhao were exchanged for Song Shenwei's courtyard last night.
When she entered the house, she saw Song Zhao sitting by the window, his eyes still crooked.
I couldn't help but ask suspiciously, "Girl, is there anything good today?" Why do you look so happy? ”