"Yeah." He replied in a low voice, raised his hand, and very naturally brushed away a small piece of crystal snow on Mu Xinrong's eyelashes.
Mu Xinrong felt itchy at the touch of his fingertips and blinked subconsciously.
"Next time," Mu Xinrong suddenly said, his voice filled with anticipation and caution, "Can we come again?"
She withdrew her hand from Chao Youye, looked deeply into the depths of his clear eyes, and a clear and gentle curve appeared at the corner of her lips.
"Yes." He responded, his voice low and firm, like a promise, "I'll take you to a better ski resort."
Mu Xinrong's smile widened instantly, as if he had received the most precious promise in the world. He happily jumped on the spot, his heavy snow boots leaving two deep footprints in the snow.
"It's a deal then!" He stretched out his fingers and made a pinky promise childishly.
Chao Youye looked at the finger wrapped in a thick glove stretched in front of her, and the smile in her eyes deepened.
He stretched out his black-gloved hand, but instead of hooking the little finger, he opened his palm and completely and tightly wrapped Mu Xinrong's small, tightly wrapped hand in his palm.
Even through two layers of thick gloves, they could still feel the warmth and strength of each other's palms.
"It's a deal." Chao Youye's voice was low and clear, like a brand in the rising evening breeze and under the magnificent sunset.
Chao Youye didn't let go. He still held Mu Xinrong's hand, leaning forward slightly. His deep purple eyes, under the darkening sky and the first light of the lamp, were filled with a certain strong emotion.
He raised his other hand and gently brushed away the sweat-soaked hair on Mu Xinrong's forehead. His fingertips were slightly cool, yet extremely gentle.
Mu Xinrong's cheeks began to heat up again as he looked at her, and his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably. He subconsciously wanted to lower his eyelids, but he was locked in that focused gaze.
"Mu Xinrong." Chao Youye's voice sounded, lower and deeper than usual, like the mellowest bass strings of a cello, and every word struck people's hearts.
"Hmm?" Mu Xinrong responded, his voice a little tense.
Chao Youye's gaze slowly moved across his face, from his smooth forehead, to his cheeks flushed from exercise, and then to his watery lips that were slightly pursed due to nervousness.
The last rays of the setting sun fell on his long eyelashes, casting a small shadow.
"Skiing," he paused, as if choosing his words, or perhaps as a declaration, "is it much more interesting than quantum mechanics?"
Mu Xinrong was stunned for a moment, then realized, this damn guy! He was teasing him about how he had been tormented by quantum theory in the laboratory and was scratching his head.
He puffed up his cheeks and was about to retort, "No way," but when he met Chao Youye's purple eyes, which contained a clear smile and something deeper, all the words were stuck in his throat.
That look... was so gentle that it made his heart palpitate.
"Especially," Chao Youye lowered her head slightly, her warm breath brushing against Mu Xinrong's forehead. Her voice lowered even lower, with an almost bewitching magnetism that only the two of them could hear, "Look at the way you ski."
boom!
Was he…was he being sarcastic and mocking his stupidity? But…but that tone, that look, it was completely different!
He was so embarrassed that he almost evaporated on the spot. Subconsciously, he tried to pull his hand back from Chao Youye's palm, but the other party held it even tighter.
"So clumsy..." Chao Youye's lips were almost touching his earlobe, and the hot breath sprayed on his sensitive skin, exciting him.
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"So clumsy..." Chao Youye's lips were almost touching his earlobe, and her hot breath sprayed on his sensitive skin, causing a fine shudder, "...very cute."
Mu Xinrong was completely frozen, his mind went blank, and only the word "very cute" was left repeating in his ears endlessly.
Chao Youye looked at him as he turned petrified in an instant and turned as red as a ripe tomato, and a low and joyful chuckle came out of her chest.
He stopped teasing him and just tightened his clasped hands, looking down the mountain at the ski equipment hall with twinkling lights and the warm wooden house.
"Let's go." He pulled the ski pole and slid slowly and steadily with Mu Xinrong, who was still in an out-of-body state, towards the warm lights, down the mountain, and towards the night that belonged to them.
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