Chapter 208: Snow covers black hair, like growing old together

The two looked into each other's eyes, their breath blending together.

Yan Luo's heartbeat quickened. The faint smell of tobacco mixed with the smell of red wine from the corner of the man's mouth was very intoxicating, as if it was going to drown her.

The light sweet scent on the little girl's face and the peach-flavored lipstick make people want to take a bite and taste what it tastes like.

The two of them maintained this posture for a while, and it was Yu Nanchen who spoke first.

He stood up and said, "I didn't mean to do that. I was just curious when I heard you talking in your sleep."

Yan Luo sat up and threw the pillow aside. She knelt beside the man, put her hands under his ribs and hugged him, her little face pressed against his rock-like chest, "I really hope you say you did it on purpose, otherwise it would hurt your self-esteem."

The man chuckled, not hugging her but not pushing her away either, "Have you hugged me enough? You are already in debt."

Yan Luo said aggrievedly, "Since I owe you so much, I'll owe you a little more."

Feeling the wetness on his chest, Yu Nanchen frowned slightly, "Are you crying?"

Yan Luo sniffed, "I'm just happy. I'm happy to see you again."

[I want to be with you forever and ever in this life. 】

She let go of him and poked the place that was wet with her tears, which happened to touch the man's sensitive spot.

Yu Nanchen suddenly grabbed her wrist and said, "Don't poke me."

Yan Luo blinked, with an innocent expression, "What's wrong?"

[I poked it on purpose! ]

[I just want to see you being shy! ]

【Hehehe (●''●)】

Facing the lights and moonlight outside, Yu Nanchen looked at her little face with tears still on it. She faced him with the most innocent expression, but there were some evil little thoughts in her heart.

Yu Nanchen thought it was really interesting to be able to hear her inner voice.

"Want to be an actor?"

"What?" The man's sudden and inexplicable words startled Yan Luo.

Yu Nanchen smiled and pinched her cheek. "I think Oscar owes you a golden statue."

[Could it be that he thinks I don't really like him? ]

[I am more wronged than Dou E! ]

Yan Luo looked at him solemnly, "My sincerity towards you is truer than gold!"

Yu Nanchen nodded lightly, "I believe it."

"Well, as long as Nanchen trusts me." Yan Luo smiled and said, "You didn't eat anything tonight, did you?"

"I ate a little."

Yan Luo jumped off the bed, took his hand and walked into the living room, and sat on the sofa, "I'll make you some olive and sour plum soup to help you sober up."

She ran into the kitchen, took out the olives and sour plums from the prepared small box, put them into the milk pot and mashed them slightly, then added three bowls of water to boil until one bowl of water, and finally removed the residue and added an appropriate amount of white sugar.

She held the bowl in both hands, which was a little hot, so she quickly put it on the counter and pinched her earlobes to dissipate the heat. "Wow, it's so hot!"

"Are you burned?" The man's concerned voice sounded behind him.

Yan Luo turned around and saw Yu Nanchen walking towards her anxiously. He held her hands and checked them. "Silly girl, won't it get cold before you carry it?"

Yan Luo looked delighted, "Does Nanchen feel sorry for me?"

"No, I was afraid that you would break my bowl." Yu Nanchen blew on her red fingertips, "I'm going to buy some burn ointment, wait for me."

"No, I'm fine."

Yu Nanchen left in a hurry. Yan Luo pursed her lips and smiled. He felt sorry for her.

Although it was really painful, I felt very sweet inside.

Yan Luo took out the food box and laid out the items one by one. There were three dishes in total, with bright colors.

She tied her hair into a ponytail, took out a brand new brown apron, and started cooking.

When Yu Nanchen came back, he stood at the kitchen door and saw the little girl cooking seriously, just like a young wife cooking for her husband who had just returned home.

All three dishes were fried and placed on the table.

Yan Luo turned around and saw Yu Nanchen standing there with a bag in his hand.

She smiled and said, "The dishes are ready: melon slices, shrimp, bell peppers, yam, broccoli, and blanched choy sum."

She opened the thermos and filled it with porridge. "You have a bad stomach, so I made some millet porridge. But you should drink a couple of sips of the hangover soup first, it will cool down in a while."

Just as she was about to pick up the bowl, Yu Nanchen came over, picked up the bowl of sobering soup and drank it all in one gulp.

Putting the bowl on the counter, he took the burn cream out of the bag, opened the lid, and applied it to her.

The touch of their fingertips made Yan Luo's heart beat like a deer.

This reminded her that in her previous life, her fingertips were electrocuted and Yu Nanchen applied ointment to her while she was asleep at night.

"Don't be so impatient anymore."

Yan Luo said, "Then take it to the restaurant and have dinner."

Yu Nanchen brought the porridge and dishes into the restaurant, and the two sat facing each other.

Yan Luo rested her elbows on the table, made petals with her hands, and smiled at the man, "Is it delicious?"

"Not bad." He asked, "What did you eat tonight?"

"I'm so angry."

Yu Nanchen raised his eyebrows, "Who made you angry?"

Yan Luo pouted, "I was shopping with my bestie this afternoon and ran into Yan Shasha. She said you are her fiancé. In this case, wouldn't I be the mistress?"

Yan Shasha didn't have the courage to say this, but that was what she meant. Yan Luo didn't mind being a green tea fan and testing Yu Nanchen's attitude.

Yu Nanchen chuckled. The little thing was testing him, but he told the truth, "My father wants to marry into the Yan family. What about me?"

Yan Luo looked at him with wide eyes, waiting for the man's answer.

"I decide my own marriage."

"Then what is your attitude towards Yan Shasha?" Yan Luo bit her lower lip lightly.

Yu Nanchen asked with a smile, "Do you know what the home password 1122 means?"

Yan Luo said, "1122 is my birthday."

"It's also Yan Shasha's birthday."

Yan Luo was stunned for a moment. She felt as if her heart was suffocating, and the sourness in her eyes and nose could not be suppressed and flowed out.

She lowered her eyes, and tears fell on the dining table.

She stood up and walked towards the door. She didn't want to hear such an answer.

She understood too well the painful feeling Nanxing felt when he saw Sang Wan with another woman in the afternoon.

"Where are you going?"

Yan Luo paused for a moment, then wiped away a tear and said in a choked voice, "Go home."

"The thermos hasn't been taken back yet."

Yan Luo clenched his fists, turned around and prepared to go to the kitchen to get the thermos.

Yu Nanchen stepped in front of her and wiped the tears from her face. "Are you a crybaby? How can you cry so hard?"

Yan Luo turned his head away, feeling extremely aggrieved.

"I'm just teasing you." Yu Nanchen pinched her chin and turned her towards him, saying seriously, "November 22 is the day of light snow. The first snow of every year is basically on that day. I don't know why, but I like snowy days."

This reminded Yan Luo of the time when Yu Nanchen and she were in the snow. She took off their hats, revealing her black hair covered in snow.

Yu Nanchen looked at her with a smile, held Yan Luo's little face with both hands, and asked her, "Luoluo, do we look like we will be together till old age?"

Scenes from the past appeared before her eyes, as if they happened yesterday.

Yan Luo said, "White snow covers black hair, like growing old together. Because you are waiting for someone to accompany you until old age."

Yu Nanchen smiled, "Next, do you want to say that the person who accompanies me is you?"