Chu Chenyin quickly looked up and saw that it was her husband coming to pick her up with an umbrella.

"Yanting, why are you here?" Chu Chenyin asked him with a red face.

Fu Yanting handed her the umbrella in his hand, then squatted with his back to her, "Come, I'll carry you."

When Chu Chenyin saw his broad back, her heart warmed and she lay on his back with an umbrella.

Fu Yanting carried her on his back and walked slowly forward.

Every step you take leaves a deep footprint on the snow.

Chu Chenyin rested her face on his shoulder, listening quietly to the sound of stepping on the snow, and suddenly felt that this was quite happy.

Quiet and gentle.

Although Fu Yanting's thoughts were a little erratic at times, he was the gentlest person she had ever met.

No matter what time it was, no matter what happened, he could always remain calm in front of her, with a gentle tone and soft eyes. Even in the middle of the night, he could gently hold her in his arms and gently wipe the sweat from her forehead.

Such a person is extremely brave and fierce when he is on the march and fighting.

Chu Chenyin knew that all his tenderness was only for her.

The heavy snow fluttered in the wind. In the pure white snow, Fu Yanting walked forward silently, carrying Chu Chenyin on his back.

Only his neat and powerful footprints were left on the white snow.

When the two of them arrived at the door of their home, Fu Yanting's clothes gradually became wet.

Chu Chenyin quickly took him into the house to change clothes.

In the past, the two of them didn't dare to look at each other face to face.

Now, Chu Chenyin could undress him naturally.

She took the handkerchief and gently wiped the water off his body.

When the soft handkerchief brushed across his chest, the veins on Fu Yanting's hands immediately bulged.

He snatched the handkerchief from Chu Chenyin's hand and said, "I'll do it myself."

Chu Chenyin took the handkerchief back, wiped the water off his back and said, "You can't wipe my back."

After she finished speaking, she continued to wipe the water off Fu Yanting's back with a serious look on her face.

As she wiped it, she was wondering in her heart, it was not raining but snowing, why was he so wet.

In fact, in order to pick her up earlier, Fu Yanting worked faster to dig the frozen canal in Zi'an City, and his body was soaked by water.

In order to hurry, he only changed his outer clothes but not his underwear.

When Fu Yanting was carrying her on his back just now, the clothes inside were sticking to her body like a whole piece of ice in the cold wind.

However, Chu Chenyin didn’t know any of this.

After Chu Chenyin wiped it gently a few times, Fu Yanting turned around suddenly and grabbed her wrist, "Don't wipe it anymore."

Chu Chenyin said quickly: "It's cold now. If you don't wipe it, you will catch a cold."

Fu Yanting held her wrist tightly, pressed her down on the couch, and looked at her deeply with his eyes downcast. "It's okay. It will get wet later anyway."

When Chu Chenyin heard this, his face turned red.

Fu Yanting is indeed strong and healthy, and he is very clear about everything.

Chu Chenyin stretched out her left hand and gently hooked it around his neck, then raised her head and gently kissed his lips.

The kiss was like a dragonfly skimming the water, with a faint scent of flowers.

For Fu Yanting, it was like a beautiful petal falling on the calm surface of the water, and the entire pool of water immediately began to churn.

He held Chu Chenyin's face and gently kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her cheeks, and finally her lips.

A gentle kiss is warmer than the fire in that house.

At this moment, Chu Chenyin felt as if her whole body was burning, and she just wanted to hug his chest which was cooled by the cold wind.