Yan Tao pursed his lips unhappily and frowned.

Monk's spirit.

She also wants to build a snowman.

"Buckle—"

Young Master Yan sneezed again, with a thick nasal voice in his voice, "Who?" ”

"Me."

The short and light male voice exudes a trace of cold air that is colder than ice and snow.

It's Qin Zong.

Yan Tao exhaled and said, "I'm asleep." ”

Qin Zong raised his hand, pinched his eyebrows with his slender fingers, he was too lazy to play this kind of game with her, reached out to push the door open, and entered.

The tall, handsome man walked in, holding a steaming bowl of soup in his hand.

Young Master Yan turned around, lifted the quilt, wrapped himself up, and turned his back to Qin Zong.

Don't look at him.

Hum!

The boy on the bed was like a bulging cat, with his furry tail standing up high.

All that's left is a little furry head outside.

Qin Zong took a step, dragged a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, and said lightly, "Come and drink soup." ”

Yan Tao turned a deaf ear.

The man casually put down the decoction, stood up, leaned over, and stretched out his long arm to directly hold the whole quilt into his arms.

As if stuffing a large stuffed doll, he put her away, and patted her lightly on the boy's head with his big palm.

Young Master Yan stared at the red eyes, and was about to roll out again wrapped in the quilt.

Qin Zong leaned over suddenly, and half of his body pressed directly over.

Through the quilt, it really pressed on the boy's body.

The man's cold and sharp eyebrows were dyed with helplessness, his slender fingers stretched out, gently brushed away the hair that covered the young man's eyes, and his voice was low and gentle, seducing her, "Drink medicine, huh?" ”

Yan Tao squinted, sneered, and tilted his head.

Don't give him a look.

Qin Zong pinched his temples with a little headache, but he felt that the young man in front of him was extremely cute.

Even her puffing appearance and sneering and tilting her head made him feel cute.

Qin Zong felt that he might be crazy.

Just looking at him like this, there was warmth in my heart.

Yan Tao was expressionless: "You, dodge." ”

Young Master Ben doesn't want to see you.

Xiao Qi floated over silently, and said quietly: "The master also wants to build a snowman." “

Now I have typhoid fever and cold, but I can only watch others build snowmen.

Xiao Qi, you traitor!

Young Master Yan glared at him viciously, raised his hand, and "snapped" the noisy system.

Inadvertently meeting the man's gaze, she said coldly, "Young Master Ben didn't want to build any snowmen." “

Immature!

However, the young man's ears, which seemed to be white jade, were dyed with a thin layer of red.

Qin Zong chuckled.

As soon as he raised his hand, the snowflakes fluttered and fell in his palm, and in the blink of an eye, a fierce first snow condensed on his fingertips.

On the back of the big tiger, a leisurely teenager sits.

Handed it to Yan Tao's eyes, "This?" “

Yan Tao: "Hmph! ”

Qin Zong continued to change his look.

Regardless of the blink of an eye, in front of Yan Tao, squatting, sitting or standing, there were more than ten delicate and small snow sculptures.

She looked at the knick-knacks that were close at hand, and her slender fingers reached out and poked them gently.

It's cold to start with, but surprisingly not cold.

She sat up with a small Xiaoice sculpture in her hand.

Holding the quilt, he squinted at Qin Zong, "What are you doing here?" ”

One after another.

Qin Zong sighed, his fingers gently fell on the young man's face, and his tone was gentle, like a breeze in his ears.

"I'm currying favor with you, Taotao."

The man's voice was like a soft snowflake, falling to his heart.

Yan Tao's eyes fell on the man's handsome and unusual face, and his heart was inexplicably suffocated.