Chapter 75: First Snow
Close your eyes, okay......
When the surroundings are darkened, the senses and touches are more sensitive. She smelled a faint mint rosin scent from him, soft and moist close to her lips, with a strawberry sweetness.
She has read a lot of novels, in which no matter how gentle the male protagonist is, he is domineering in love, and their kisses are always aggressive, attacking the city and seizing the land, and the kisses make the heroines fascinated.
Ah Liang is different.
His kisses are clean and gentle, reminiscent of long summer evenings, the cool sea breeze and the gentle twilight of the seaside. He took her in his mouth gently, but did not go deeper, just touched, tossed and turned, and regarded her as a treasure.
Shan Mu was a little out of breath, holding his palm out of Han, his arm was weak.
But I don't want to let go.
The gentle treatment of my sweetheart is really nostalgic.
But he left.
She opened her eyes, gasping slightly, a little confused, and a little puzzled.
Mu Liang laughed lightly, reached out and wiped the corners of her lips, and said in a low voice, "Why can't you even breathe?" β
The incomprehension in Shan Mu's eyes suddenly turned into chagrin.
"It's the first time, I don't have much experience."
Which one is like you? So skilled.
"Well," he said, lengthening his voice and drawing closer again, whispering bewilderment, "do you want me to teach you more?" It's free. β
Shan Mu pushed him away angrily, and turned his gaze to the screen: "Watch a movie." β
But where can I see it?
Until the end of the movie, she didn't know what the story was.
[Happiness can also be very quiet,
I've been very careful with my pay......]
The lights were bright, Shan Mu stood up in the music, looked at the screen again, and said casually: "The ending song is quite good." β
"It's a good ending song."
What the? He's really finished reading it, huh? Didn't he feel like he couldn't see it?
Then she can't lose.
The sudden competitiveness made Shan Mu decide to nod in agreement, she put away the garbage in her seat, and said seemingly casually: "Yes, Teacher Fang is still more suitable for lyrics." β
It was almost ten o'clock when the movie ended, and the doors of the mall were closed, so you could only go out through the side door.
The side entrance of the mall faces a secondary road, there are not many vehicles, and the shops on both sides have been closed, except for street lamps and bare deciduous maples.
When I went out, snow fell in the sky.
The unpromising southerner Shan Mu ran out of the door, and his eyes lit up. She took her sleeve and followed the snow, lowered her head and counted carefully, looked back at Mu Liang happily, and found the New World: "It's really six petals!" β
Mu Liang walked slowly to her side, took off his coat and draped it over her.
"So happy, huh?"
Shan Mu nodded heavily: "I haven't seen snow yet." β
In the distant city of Rongcheng, the winter is short and the summer is long, even in the coldest year, the hands are frozen with frostbite, and there is no snow.
When I was a child, I watched the snow on TV, and I thought it was really beautiful, like a fairy tale. So I pestered my parents to travel to the north. They did just take a bite to say, but they didn't always have time. I asked too many questions, and in the end I got only perfunctory.
Over time, I felt bored and stopped mentioning it.
Shan Mu took out his mobile phone from his bag, took countless photos, and sent them to himself many years ago, and fulfilled a small wish after a long time and space.
Mu Liang watched quietly from the side.
He had seen a lot of snow and didn't find it new. But it was rare to see the little girl happy like this, and he was also happy.
It's just that she seems to have completely forgotten his existence, and she is holding a mobile phone and taking pictures vigorously.
This lack of existence makes him a little tasteful, but he feels funny again, which is really naΓ―ve.
He watched quietly for a while, took out his mobile phone, clicked on the camera, pointed at the little girl who looked up to shoot the snow under the street lamp, focused, and pressed the shutter.
You look at the view from the bridge, and the people watching the view are watching you from upstairs.
Mu Liang looked at the photo, and the corners of his lips rose unconsciously.
Then tap the screen, tap "Settings", and a prompt pops up - set as a lock screen? Set to desktop? Set up at the same time?