"Chenchen, do you say that plum blossom looks good on the tree, or does the hairpin look good in my hair?"

Without waiting for him to reply, he hung his head and took off his shoes and socks, climbed barefoot onto the low table covered with a thin layer of snow, and reached for the proud red plum.

The wind-blown clothes fluttered, and a pair of delicate jade feet were revealed under the raised skirt, stepping on the snow, crystal clear.

He Guang Tongchen's gaze unconsciously looked up along the pair of jade feet, and the slender legs loomed.

This sudden spring color is close at hand, more intoxicating than wine, and the red clouds on the face of the light and dust are a little deeper.

The flower branch bloomed high, and the painting heart could not reach it on tiptoe, and after trying a few times, the thin blouse slipped off his shoulders and hung half-down at his waist.

Finally, she jumped lightly and finally broke off the plum branch.

The gaze of the light and dust moved up along her padded toes, and the woman who was holding flowers in the snow happened to look down at him, her eyes were shining, and she smiled smartly.

When jumping up and down, Huaxin deliberately stepped on the chaotic skirt, slipped under his feet, and fell straight to Heguang Tongchen.

He Guang Tongchen was startled, and immediately forgot to restrain herself, and her jade hand with distinct bones stretched upwards and accurately supported her waist.

As she expected, she fell on his moon-white robe, and fell into his fragrant and warm embrace, his voice ringing in her ears like a breeze, "Why are you so careless?" ”

Three points of disgust, seven points of spoiling.

It's so gentle that it almost drips.

As soon as she lowered her head, she saw that she was smiling with a sly face, and she was stunned, and slowly removed her hand from her waist with light and dust.

But she nestled in his arms, holding his waist softly, deliberately refusing to get up.

With the warm fragrant nephrite in his arms, his face couldn't help but turn a little redder.

She lay in his arms, and he was reluctant to really throw her out of his arms, so he had to pretend to be calm and ask her softly, "But where is the injury?"

"My foot is broken. The painting heart immediately borrowed the topic to play, and the soft voice was coquettish.

He Guangtongchen is probably so nervous that he forgot that the heart is a god, and it is impossible to jump twice and fall on his feet.

He nervously picked her up and placed her across his lap, putting one hand around her shoulders from behind and grabbing her feet with the other to check for injuries.

Both feet and light and dust were checked repeatedly, except for the cold, there was no injury.

He breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing her cold feet to warm her very naturally, not saying a word about her undisguised lies.

At this time, he suddenly understood that this woman picking flowers was fake, and seducing him was true.

Thinking like this, his face burned even more.

The lie was exposed, but the painting heart still smiled unchanged, swaying his feet, and his toes gently scratched the palm of the same dust as the light.

Tease, ambiguous, seductive.

The face is peachy with the light and dust, but it is still unmoved.

Huaxin felt a little annoyed inexplicably, she had never let go of her body like this and seduced a man, could he give a little reaction?

Such indifference made her frustration rise sharply.

She thought that if it was Shuyi's black-bellied beast, I am afraid that she would have been eager to pounce on her and wipe her clean.

It's the same man, how can he not be with the light?

So, she secretly made up her mind that she must eat him tonight!

"Dust. Huaxin leaned on his heart, handed him the plum branch in his hand, and continued to seduce shamelessly, "Can you help me put on a hairpin?"