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Bai Yaoyao watched her hand being held by his big hand, and in the cold weather where the snowflakes were flying, the warmth on his body spread to her hand little by little, and also to her heart.

There has never been a person who, on a snowy day, warms her hands.

There has never been a person who makes her feel so secure.

She wanted to rely on it, but she didn't dare.

Many times she is always easily moved by him, and the more she gets along with him every day, the more she knows about him, the more she admires him.

He knows a lot, and there is nothing he can't do about astronomy and geography, combat command, military tactics, military camp training, etc.

If she had a soldier's dream when she was a girl, then he also pinned her dream on him, and there was a lot of warmth and emotion in his admiration and admiration.

She couldn't tell what kind of mood she was in for Duan Yanhao.

She was busy, and with him by his side, she had gradually forgotten the sorrows of the past, and she felt as if she had been reborn.

However, love, does she dare to look forward to it

In the past, she was young and brave, but now that she has grown up, she is full of bruises in her heart, but she is timid.

Entering the house, Duan Yanhao let go of Bai Yaoyao and said, "You sit on the sofa, I'll go get you the ointment." ”

Bai Yaoyao looked at the hand that was let go in a daze, and the warmth just now suddenly disappeared, making her reluctant and at the same time in a trance for a moment.

When Duan Yanhao came over with the ointment, Bai Yaoyao was still standing in place.

"Didn't you sit and why are you still standing?"

"Isn't this waiting for you" After a long time, Bai Yaoyao also likes to joke with him, because she knows that Duan Yanhao looks cold and serious, with the cold momentum of a soldier, but he is actually very easy to get along with, and his temper is also very good.

No matter how she makes trouble, no matter what she says, he will not be angry with her, of course, if she makes a lot of trouble, he will also say a few words to her with a cold face.

But she treated him like a paper tiger.

"You can still laugh, if you don't keep your hands well, you will freeze and rot in the future, and you won't be able to do anything." As he spoke, Duan Yanhao smeared the ointment on Bai Yaoyao's hands.

Bai Yaoyao tilted her head and looked at it, feeling that a big man like him had such a careful and gentle time.

Watching him carefully rub the ointment on himself and instruct himself carefully, a warm current poured into her heart.

She looked at his cool side face, and felt more and more pleasing to the eye, thinking, and couldn't help but say: "Isn't this with you, your hands will definitely not rot." ”

If you say what you want, after saying it, Bai Yaoyao was also stunned, Duan Yanhao gave Bai Yaoyao a pause to wipe her hands, and then continued the movements of her hands without saying anything.

After wiping, Bai Yaoyao raised her two hands and squinted at the sun.

She was in a trance, this is her own two hands in the winter, I remember that my hands would always be frozen and stiff, rotten and swollen, and they looked like dumplings.

At that time, no one felt sorry for her, her hands were sore and itchy, and she couldn't do anything, but she would still knit sweaters for Xirong Ziye in her heart.

Now that I think about myself, I would be so stupid, every winter, my hands would freeze and rot, and it would not be good.

But this winter, because of him, her hands are still fine, and I don't know where he got the ointment, which is really good.

"Duan Yanhao, thank you."

"Thank me for what"

"If it weren't for you, the hand would be guilty again this winter."

Duan Yanhao pressed Bai Yaoyao's arm and said, "Don't move, don't rub the ointment everywhere, you used to freeze your hands for many years, but you didn't take yourself seriously at all." 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or the publishing house.