Yan Bai put the ruby cufflinks in the palm of her hand, her fingertips gently groped for the red gems inlaid on them, she lowered her eyes, what remained in the black pupils was all tenderness and joy, and the smile on the corners of her lips looked like she was caressing her beloved.

"Momo, ah......"

Yan Bai muttered, and finally laughed softly, but 114 on the side looked a little hairy, and felt creepy.

It began to lose its guess as to what its host was trying to do.

It just always believed that Yan Bai would not hurt Ji Baimo.

Because...... That's its host......

Now that Yan Bai looks, 114 vaguely feels like he is in the layout, and since then, after the appearance of the mysterious local tyrant, Yan Bai has begun to change.

Yan Bai didn't care about 114's gaze, she just sat on the bed, humming a small tune in a very good mood.

……

The next day, Wen Youchen knocked on Yan Bai's door early in the morning, walked into the room, and the first thing he saw was the empty floor of Yan Bai's room, the hand-woven carpet that was originally laid on the ground was gone, replaced by a smooth floor, Yan Bai also seemed to get up earlier than usual, dressed neatly, wearing a white doll collar shirt, wearing a short black skirt on the lower body, covering a black tweed jacket, hair tied into a ponytail, and a boxy round and cute bag around his waist.

"Morning, morning." Yan Bai looked back at Wen Youchen and greeted him.

Wen Youchen looked at Yan Bai hesitantly, and finally nodded, and took Yan Bai down to have breakfast together.

In the hall, the table was already full of sumptuous breakfast, and the maid politely nodded at Wen Youchen and Yan Bai.

The two sat facing each other, today's weather seemed to be extremely cold, the maid working outside the window was wearing gloves on his hands, and the breath exhaled when he spoke could be clearly seen.

"Isn't it cold today?" Yan Bai glanced out the window, small snowflakes began to fall outside early in the morning, but there was no snow outside, just some melted snow, and the servants were sweeping it.

"yes, yes." Wen Youchen glanced out the window, and he continued with some emotion.

"It's been three years, it's snowing outside the window again, and it's going to be the New Year in a while, and then we can have Chinese New Year's Eve dinner together, well, we can definitely eat together." Wen Youchen's eyes showed yearning, he seemed to have imagined the feeling of the New Year, there was a pot in the kitchen at home, and the delicious food made by Bai Mo was gurgling on it, steaming and fragrant, and there were delicious meals in the living room, he and his mother, Bai Mo, and Yan Bai sat together, looking at the snow scene outside the window and the various programs on the TV in the living room, maybe Bai Mo would hold Yan Bai in his arms, and the two of them nested on the sofa, and the time passed quietly, everything seemed so calm and beautiful.

Just thinking about it, Wen Youchen felt great, his eyes were slightly bright, young and young, looking forward to the appearance of yearning.

Yan Bai listened to Wen Youchen's words, looked at Wen Youchen with his cheeks, and spoke.

"If you can't, what if Momo dies."