After a while, Wen Shiyu came out with a change of clothes, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing a beautiful little arm, and went directly into the kitchen.

Song Yixi sat on the sofa with a pillow, her back thin and pitiful.

After the puppy finished eating the dog food, he nestled at her feet contentedly.

A moment later, Song Yixi heard footsteps, followed by shadows, and just as she was about to look up, an ice pack was applied to the back of her head.

She was stunned, understood, and was about to struggle immediately, but heard Wen Shiyu's low and dangerous voice come to her ears: "You want to move one for me?" ”

Song Yixi was silent for a moment and did not move.

After fifteen minutes of cold compress, Wen Shiyu walked up to her, pinched her chin, and raised her face.

The gaze fell on her swollen eyes from crying.

Song Yixi turned his head and didn't look at him.

Wen Shiyu glanced at her, straightened her face expressionlessly, and two seconds later, a slightly cool finger lightly landed on her slightly swollen eyelids.

Song Yixi's body shook slightly.

The feeling of grievance and soreness that filled my heart surged again, not sadness, but an indescribable sour and soft secret throbbing.

Like a feather touching the water, a bird streaking across the branches, an indescribable sense of dependence that she wanted to rub against his cold fingertips.

Wen Shiyu felt the wetness of his fingertips, and his eyes deepened.

The bony fingers slowly slid down her eyes and landed on her tear-stained face, he looked at her, his voice was soft and hoarse: "Song Yixi, if you continue to cry, I kissed you?" ”

Song Yixi raised her head suddenly, she just wanted to speak, the water droplets on her eyelashes fell, his eyes darkened, and he leaned over and kissed him directly.

Her body shuddered for a moment, and her fingers curled up tightly in an instant.

The winter sun was strong and bright, as if fine sand was slowly falling, like drowning in the sea, and I couldn't hear anything in my ears, the only thing I could perceive was the man in front of me and his scorching temperature.

The tears were dry, sticking to the face a little astringent, the little milk dog was circling around at the feet, and the soft fluff rubbed against the ankles, a little itchy.

She slowly reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Wu Sen had just gotten the news from the Wen family, and hurriedly walked from outside, he just wanted to speak, but he was caught off guard when he saw this scene, his footsteps stopped, and he immediately quietly hid back.

On this winter day where light and shadow are intertwined, this picture is gentle and beautiful.

Wu Sen glanced at what he was doing, then at the two people in the room, sighed in his heart, and stepped back lightly.

It wasn't until the little milk dog barked twice that Wen Shiyu slowly let go of Song Yixi.

The woman in front of her cheeks were crimson, because she had just let go of her, and her eyes were still slightly dazed.

Wen Shiyu glanced at her, coughed lightly and looked away, took some of the melted ice packs, and walked to the kitchen with long legs.

Song Yixi blinked, grabbed the pillow and hugged it in his arms.

Cheeks climb hot.

Wu Sen heard a movement in the house, so he knocked on the door and walked in: "Young Master." ”

Wen Shiyu hummed in a low voice, glanced at Song Yixi's back, and asked him casually, "Something?" ”

Woodson walked over and whispered a few words to him.

Wen Shiyu's expression was slightly dull when he heard this.

At this time, he caught a glimpse of Song Yixi about to drill into the bedroom, frowned, and immediately said loudly: "Woman, pour me a glass of water!" "Where did she want to run?

Song Yixi paused and looked at him.