"Mom," the little girl turned her head and whispered to the young mother next to her who was also laughing. Her voice was neither loud nor soft, and just floated into Mu Xinrong's ears.
"That brother in the duck costume... is so stupid!"
——BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!
Mu Xinrong's cheeks instantly turned red! All the way to her ears! Even her neck was stained with a layer of crimson.
Being called "stupid" by a child in front of him was like a public punishment. He frantically tried to get out of the snowdrift, but his ski boots were heavy and his skis were out of control. He just got a little bit up when his foot slipped and he fell back awkwardly, sending even bigger snowflakes flying in the snowdrift.
Chao Youye finally couldn't help it, and a low laugh rolled out from the depths of his throat, shaking his chest.
He slid over in a few steps, bent down, and passed his powerful arms under Mu Xinrong's armpits, easily pulling him out of the snow pit like picking up a clumsy little animal. He leaned over to help him straighten his tilted goggles and brushed off the snow on his hair and shoulders.
"Are you hurt?" There was still a lingering smile in Chao Youye's voice, and her purple eyes examined him carefully.
Mu Xinrong was embarrassed and annoyed, his cheeks puffed up like two small buns. He slapped away Chao Youye's hand that was tidying up his clothes and said in a muffled voice, "No...it's okay!"
He glared angrily at the two ski poles stuck in the snow, as if he was glaring at his mortal enemy.
Chao Youye was not annoyed. She slid over to help him pick up the ski pole and handed it to him.
Then she stood in front of him, tapped his slightly trembling knees with her ski pole, and her voice returned to its usual calmness, with a hint of instruction: "Your center of gravity is too far back. Leaning forward doesn't mean you should bow."
Mu Xinrong looked down at his body which was subconsciously shrinking back, then looked at the tip of Chao Youye's ski pole which was pointing at his knee, and a surge of inexplicable anger mixed with grievance surged up in his heart.
He raised his head and angrily poked Chao Youye's sturdy armored chest plate with the blunt end of his ski pole, making a dull "thump" sound, and complained: "Teacher Chao is so cruel!"
The tone was three parts dissatisfaction and seven parts coquettishness, coupled with his red cheeks and pouting lips, he looked like a primary school student who was throwing a tantrum after being criticized by the teacher.
Chao Youye was amused by his childish behavior and accusations, and the corners of her lips curled up again.
He was about to say something when Mu Xinrong turned around in a huff, took a deep breath, and imitated what he had done to Chao Youye just now, trying to lean his center of gravity forward, slightly bending his knees, and trying to start again.
"Lean your center of gravity forward...lean your center of gravity forward..." He muttered to himself to encourage himself and moved his ski poles carefully.
This time, it seemed to go a little smoother. He slid forward about seven or eight meters, his speed as slow as a snail, but he didn't fall!
Mu Xinrong was delighted, and a smug smile appeared on his tense little face.
Looks like I've got the hang of it!
He couldn't help but straighten his back slightly, wanting to look back to see if Chao Youye was appreciating his "rapid progress".
The skis under my feet may have pressed against some uneven surface, or maybe it was just a slight shift in the center of gravity.
Disaster strikes again!
An irresistible inertia suddenly pulled him back!
Mu Xinrong only had time to utter a short "Eh?!" before he was pushed hard by an invisible giant hand. He completely lost his balance and fell straight to the front and side! In that direction, Chao Youye was standing motionless.
Time seemed to be slowed down.
Mu Xinrong opened his eyes wide in horror, watching Chao Youye's handsome face rapidly enlarge in his vision.
He waved his arms in vain, trying to grab something, but he only caught a handful of cold air. The wind whistled in his ears.
Next second.
"Bang!!!"
A dull thud.
The expected touch of cold snow did not come.
He crashed into a warm, solid embrace with a familiar cold breath!
The huge impact force made Chao Youye take a small step back, but his lower body was extremely stable and he stabilized his body in an instant.
Mu Xinrong was like a large pendant throwing himself into someone's arms. His arms subconsciously hugged Chao Youye's waist tightly, and his face was buried deeply in the thick ski suit on his chest, making his nose a little sore from the collision.
The world is quiet.
The only sound was the two people's rapid heartbeats hitting each other through the thick clothes, boom, boom, boom, so clear and deafening.
The snowboard hung crookedly on his feet, and the ski poles fell out of his hands again, lying pitifully in the snow not far away.
The soft snowflakes were disturbed by the sudden impact and slid down from the heads and shoulders of the two people, like a mini avalanche, covering their overlapping figures.
The fine snowflakes fell on Mu Xinrong's red earlobes, bringing a hint of cool stimulation.
Chao Youye's arms almost reflexively wrapped around the person at the moment of collision, firmly holding the person who threw himself into her arms.
His embrace was like a solid fortress, isolating me from the pain of falling and all the embarrassment.
After the initial stun from the impact, Mu Xinrong slowly came to his senses. Beneath his cheek was the hard armor of Chao Youye's ski suit, but through that barrier, he could still feel her steady, powerful heartbeat.
A huge sense of embarrassment washed over me belatedly, a hundred times more powerful than the previous two falls combined!
He actually...actually, in such an awkward posture, took the initiative (although passively) to throw himself into Chao Youye's arms! And this was right after he had just accused the other party of being "violent"!
This is simply... a massive social demise scene!
Mu Xinrong buried his head in Chao Youye's chest, not daring to move. He felt his cheeks were so hot that they could fry eggs, and even his ears were burning.
He closed his eyes like an ostrich, wishing he could disappear right there, or be buried by the falling snow.
A very soft, breathy sigh came from above. It wasn't a rebuke, but more like... helpless indulgence.
Then, a large hand wearing a black ski glove gently and soothingly fell on the back of his head, rubbing it clumsily through the helmet of his ski suit.
Mu Xinrong's body stiffened slightly and his heart beat faster.
He summoned up the greatest courage of his life, and as if replaying in slow motion, he very slowly, bit by bit, raised his head from that coveted yet extremely embarrassing embrace.
His sight first fell on Chao Youye's sleek jaw, then slowly moved upwards, finally falling into those deep violet eyes.
There was no expected teasing, nor any impatience.
Those eyes, like a tranquil lake filled with starlight, clearly reflected his flushed cheeks, messy hair, and embarrassed, wet eyes.
Deep in the lake, there is a gentle smile that is so thick that it cannot be dissolved, like the shadow of the moon cast into the center of the lake, gently rippling.
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