Chapter 116 Do you want a kiss?

Sang Sui couldn't help laughing out loud.

Sheng Yize just came out of the shop next door, saw her smiling, and walked over.

"What are you laughing at?"

Sang Sui held up the note in his hand and suppressed his smile: "Did you write this?"

Seeing the familiar note, Sheng Yize's face was startled and quickly focused.

He reached out and took the note from her hand, flipping through it: "Strategies for chasing a wife? Who wrote this?"

"?"

"What? She likes sweet things, so I have to buy bubble tea? What? She likes watching cartoons, so I have to watch them with her... What the hell is going on? Who wrote this?" Sheng Yize pointed angrily, "It's so vulgar!"

"Huh?"

"I really want to kiss her tomorrow?" The man's voice suddenly rose, "How shameless!!"

"Isn't it you..."

"I'll throw it away for you!"

After saying that, he kneaded it into a ball.

"call out--"

Thrown into the trash can.

Before Sang Sui could say anything else, Sheng Yize pulled her out of the theater.

The footsteps were so fast that it seemed as if there was a ferocious beast chasing him.

-

Sheng Yize bought a shovel in the shop.

He pulled Sang Sui to the banyan tree at the entrance of the cinema, let go of her and started shoveling snow.

Sang Sui stood by and watched him busying around. The scenes in his memory suddenly flashed in his mind.

That summer, when she lay on the table with her hands, watching him eat the watermelon she had planted with her own hands, and couldn't help asking him, "Brother, is the watermelon sweet?", their relationship began to change subtly.

Sheng Yize was no longer as cold and taciturn to her as a stranger, and he would even bring her some delicious candies when he came back from school on vacation every day.

At that time, she especially looked forward to his coming home every Sunday, because that meant she could not only see him again, but also eat the candy he bought personally.

Every time he got home and put down his schoolbag, he would take out a handful of candy from it.

The sugar coating is dazzling, delicate and small, and very beautiful.

"Come here every year."

Every time he called her, she would run over happily and open her mouth to put the candy in his hand into her mouth.

Very sweet.

She has always loved sweets and doesn't find ordinary sweets sweet, but every time she ate the candy he handed her, she felt it was sweet to her heart.

Later, on New Year's Eve of that year, when gunfire was deafening and snowflakes were flying, the whole family started setting off fireworks in the yard after finishing their New Year's Eve dinner.

Sheng Yize took her to the banyan tree in the yard and built a snowman for her with his own hands.

He said it was Snow White.

Because she once told him that she loved Snow White very much and had loved her since she was a child.

A girl's first love may begin with this little bit of expectation and joy.

She liked him very much at that time.

She liked him so much that she filled a notebook with his shadow.

So much so that later he misunderstood that Uncle Sheng and her mother were having an affair, and then became indifferent to her. She also kept in mind his previous kindness and sweetness to her, and persuaded herself little by little that his temperament might have changed drastically because of Aunt Lin's death, and he no longer had the previous enthusiasm for her.

"Sui Sui, come here."

A familiar voice sounded, and Sang Sui was startled.

The sound was exactly the same as the one in her memory, as if someone had hit her heart hard with a drumstick.

The aftershocks spread throughout her body, giving her goose bumps all over her body in an instant.

Sang Sui suddenly came to his senses and looked up.

Sheng Yize has already built a snowman.

He has studied fine arts and has a good foundation in sculpture and painting, and the snowman he makes looks quite realistic.

Sang Sui walked over and looked at the man putting a crown on the snowman, hesitating: "Is this... Snow White?"

"Yeah." After putting on the crown, he took out a few small things from his pocket and handed them to her.

"What?"

"Snow White's eyes and mouth." There seemed to be light in his eyes, shining with a blazing light, "If you stick them on her, she will have a soul."

Sang Sui picked up the prop from the man's palm in a daze and looked at the snowman in front of him.

She walked over and carefully put the eyes and mouth on.

In an instant, the snowman came alive.

Sheng Yize stood beside her, "You used to like Snow White very much, so I made one for you. Do you like it?"

Sang Sui's eyes were a little sour, and he smiled gently: "I like it."

Just like liking you.

Sensing her emotions, Sheng Yize walked up to her and raised his hand to pick the snowflakes off her head.

"What's wrong? Why are your eyes red?"

"Sand got in my eyes."

"Did it get into your eyes? Let me take a look." Sheng Yize became nervous and was about to help her get it out when the girl suddenly reached out and hugged his waist.

Sheng Yize's body stiffened, then slowly relaxed after he reacted.

He hugged her tightly with his backhand, raised his hand and touched her head, his voice full of doting: "What's wrong?"

"Sheng Yize, what will you do if I don't like you and don't want to be with you?"

The man paused, "I haven't thought about this question."

"Then think about it now."

"Then I will chase you for the rest of my life."

Sang Sui paused for a moment, rested his chin on his chest, and looked at him with narrowed eyes.

Sheng Yize also lowered his eyes and met her round eyes.

"Aren't you tired?" she asked.

"No." He gently wiped her cheek soaked by snow with his fingertips and curled his lips, "Because liking you is the happiest thing in my life."

-

The temperature gets colder as the night progresses.

The car is parked on the roadside not far away and it takes a few minutes to walk.

Sheng Yize didn't let Sang Sui stay outside for long. Not long after making the snowman, he took her towards the car.

Sheng Yize was very obedient. If she didn't allow him to hold hands, he really didn't hold hands.

The two walked side by side on the sidewalk.

Sang Sui suddenly asked him, "Sheng Yize, were your hands cold when you were making a snowman just now?"

Sheng Yize was stunned. Just as he was about to say that he was not cold, he suddenly felt a soft little hand slipping into his palm.

He paused and looked down.

Sang Sui put her hand into his palm, looked at him and smiled sweetly: "I'll warm you up."

The girl's palms were white, soft and slightly cool. When she put them into his palms, she felt that the temperature of her palms was like ice and fire.

She doesn't even need to make a snowman. Why are this girl's hands so cold?

Sheng Yize did not expose her cleverness, but instead held her hand and held it tightly.

"Okay, warm me up." Sheng Yize couldn't help but look at her, and found that someone had turned her face away guiltily.

He laughed, looking at the small hand he held.

Does this mean... that he agrees to let her hold his hand?

Thinking of this, he opened his five fingers, slowly slid them down from her wrist, passed through her five fingers, tightened them, and interlocked them with hers.

Sang Sui noticed his actions, said nothing, and just walked forward with a smile.

Sheng Yize didn't say anything, just looked at her and smiled.

The two walked slowly hand in hand. Sheng Yize looked at the bright lights in front of him and felt soft in his heart.

Ever since she went abroad and came back, he never dared to hope that the scene like this would happen to him.

He couldn't believe that he could hold her hand and walk silently in this romantic snowy night.

"Sheng Yize."

The girl suddenly spoke.

"Um?"

Sang Sui stopped and turned to look at him.

She extended her index finger and gently touched her lips, her eyes were filled with bright light, shining brightly——

"here……"

"Would you like a kiss?"