Zhao Yan smiled and hurriedly pulled her over.

"The snow is deeper, I'm afraid you'll freeze, so you'll stay here to sleep in the future."

As he spoke, he lifted the quilt and pulled people in and wrapped them in the quilt.

Ning Xi wanted to toss him, but Zhao Yan was warm, and she couldn't help but stick to him.

Holding Zhao Yan with both hands, feeling his temperature, he couldn't help but sigh comfortably, and rubbed his cheek against his chest.

Before she could speak, she was interrupted by a pair of large hands.

His hands are too much.

……

Ning Xi pushed him away.

Zhao Yan hugged her and said in his ear: "Ning Ning took the initiative to kiss me before, but now she is going to be separated from me?" ”

Ning Xi snorted lightly, he was still aggrieved.

"Who drove me out on a snowy night before?"

Zhao Yan picked her up with both hands and made her sit face to face in his arms.

He lowered his head and whispered in her ear:

"I'm sorry."

Ning Xi lowered his eyes.

She was looking for him in every plane, but he didn't know himself in every plane.

It must be false to say that he is not sad, not to mention that Zhao Yan of this plane is a person with a cold temperament.

"You're not sorry for me."

"Yes." Zhao Yan took her hand and put it in his heart.

Ning Xi's palm sensed his temperature, his heartbeat.

Soon, his mellow voice was heard in my ears.

"My princess is angry."

"It's all my fault."

Ning Xi suddenly raised his head and met his gaze.

Zhao Yan was looking at her intently.

I saw her red eyes.

The moonlight outside the window came in, and Zhao Yan leaned down and brushed the hair from her face.

"Don't cry."

Ning Xi was in tears, and when he heard a long sigh behind him, he suddenly fell.

Zhao Yan hugged her tightly, let her hold it against her chest, and reached out to gently pat her back.

One at a time, tirelessly, like coaxing a little girl.

Ning Xi sniffed, raised her head and took a bite on his shoulder.

"I forgive you!"

"Hiss~" Zhao Yan hissed and pressed her hands.

Before Ning Xi could react, he collapsed in the futon.

Lying on his back, he looked at Zhao Yan who was propped up with his hands.

He locked his gaze condescendingly.

Ning Xi's mind was blank, and she tried to divert her gaze, but Zhao Yan's face became closer and closer, leaving her with nowhere to escape.

"Ning Ning, the spring supper is short, let's rest?"

Ning Xi was stared at by those deep eyes, as if she had disappeared into the starry night sky.

"Oh, sleep."

Saying that, Ning Xi wanted to turn over sideways and pull up the quilt to sleep, but was stopped by Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan looked at her meaningfully.

"Ning Ning, don't you think that we will sleep like this, right?"

"Isn't it?"

When Zhao Yan heard this, he couldn't help laughing.

Suddenly, Ning Xi felt a slight tingling pain in her neck, followed by a soft touch that made her heart tremble.

Zhao Yan grabbed her waist tightly with one hand, and supported the back of her head with the other.

Ning Xi felt the temperature of his palm, and the damp heat in his neck became more and more intense.

She let out a soft "um" and closed her eyes, her senses becoming clearer.

The heartbeat, accompanied by the rustle of the clothes, seeped into the bottom of my heart little by little.

The breath between the snorts drew closer and closer, and the hurried heat blew in my ears.

The wind on a winter night is cold, but it can't beat the rising temperature indoors.

The wind blew, and the plum blossoms of the Zhennan Wangfu flew with it.

All of Ning Xi's senses had long been chaotic, and only the deep eyes of the man in front of her barely focused her.

Zhao Yan pinched her, "Ning Ning, at this time, are you still distracted?" ”

……