Chapter 62 Good times
The snow was white, and the cheerful laughter in the garden startled the birds on the dead branches.
The lively snowball fight is still going on.
Zhou Qi'an was running while begging for mercy, when suddenly his eyes met Zhou Tingyun who was watching the fight nearby.
As if he had seen a savior, he rushed towards Zhou Tingyun without hesitation.
The moment he approached the man, he twisted his body flexibly and hid behind him.
Just at this moment, a snowball came whistling.
It hit Zhou Tingyun's chest squarely, and instantly shattered to the ground, splashing small pieces of snow mist.
“…” The air around them seemed to freeze for a moment.
Ming Zhao was standing not far away, with some snow still on his gloves. Seeing this, he put his hands behind his back with an innocent look on his face.
Zhou Qi'an took advantage of this opportunity and quickly slipped away. Zhou Siyu, who was a little hesitant at the beginning, had already caught up with him and wanted to fight him for three hundred rounds.
And the guilty person put on a flattering smile and moved step by step in front of Zhou Tingyun.
She muttered to herself, "Hey, let me pat you." As she spoke, she reached out her hand to help him tidy up his clothes.
There was a little water stain on his coat. Ming Zhao patted it, and his eyes involuntarily drifted upwards.
Towards his exposed neck.
The claws moved restlessly.
Zhou Tingyun lowered his eyes and looked at her. From the top-down perspective, he could easily capture all her little movements.
So before she reached out with the freezing gloves, he easily grabbed her wrist.
"You..." Ming Zhao's pupils trembled in disbelief.
"Are you secretly learning martial arts in Shaolin Temple without telling me?"
The man laughed softly when he heard her words.
"Today I finally understand why you're the only one who always gets caught eating snacks in class."
"Why?" She was really confused.
There were so many people cheating, why was she the only one who had her parents called in?
Whenever she thought of Zhou Tingyun holding her hand, standing in the office with a helpless look on his face, listening to the teacher's earnest preaching, she felt a sense of shame rushing from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. It was extremely embarrassing.
"Because you're stupid."
Her face flushed instantly, "Zhou Tingyun!"
Ming Zhao rushed forward to hit him, but he was too heavy and bulky, like a chubby little bear, and was easily caught tightly.
He was very unconvinced, and the fighting skills he had taken as an elective course in high school suddenly emerged in his mind. He calculated secretly in his heart, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
A small plan quietly took shape.
I saw her quietly stretch her foot forward and cleverly use her strength to clamp it.
At the same time, the arms also pushed hard in the same direction.
With a slight muffled sound.
Both of them fell to the ground.
Ming Zhao pressed his whole body on Zhou Tingyun, used his hand to cool his neck, and laughed uncontrollably.
But as I laughed, I gradually felt that the atmosphere was not right.
She lowered her gaze and accidentally met the man's dark eyes.
Her eyes widened slightly, "Hey, you can't do this—"
Before she could utter the word "stingy", the cool scent of cedar and the gentle, mellow agarwood invaded her breath.
In this vast snowfield, fluttering snowflakes fall on every inch of land, fall on the deep pine forest, and quietly drift into the river that is gradually turning into ice.
Finally, it slowly accumulated on the top of their heads.
The condensed clear ice crystals reflect beautiful colors in the sunlight, desolate and romantic.
When she was halfway through the kiss, she remembered that she was lying on Zhou Tingyun like a big steamed bun, and she couldn't help but laugh while kissing him.
The pupils were exceptionally bright under the reflection of the snow, and a faint white mist occasionally leaked out from the gaps between the lips and tongue, gradually turning the snow on the eyelashes into a wet water color.
There is no better situation than this.
Finally, Zhou Tingyun picked her up and reached out to brush away the snowflakes from her hair.
Ming Zhao blinked, "Brother, can we still kiss after breaking up?"
The man glanced at her calmly and said, "No."
Seeing her puffy face, Zhou Tingyun had no choice but to hold her in his arms.
"Baby, we won't break up."
Ming Zhao stretched out his arms, slowly wrapped them around his waist, and said in a muffled voice, "What if Mommy doesn't agree?"
"Don't think too much," Zhou Tingyun stroked her hair and kissed her face, coaxing her like a child, "Leave everything to me, just enjoy your vacation, little darling."
Ming Zhao knew that he was extremely cunning and resourceful, but he still felt vaguely uneasy about this matter. He tightened his arms and remained silent.
Zhou Tingyun just looked at her quietly, and after a while, he suddenly asked.
"If you don't agree, Xiaoguai, are you going to break up with me?"
Ming Zhao trembled, his gaze became uncertain, and he didn't dare to look directly into Zhou Tingyun's eyes.
She buried herself in the man's arms and stammered, "No, no."
Ming Zhao clearly felt that Zhou Tingyun was staring at him. His gaze was like a cold iron wire, tightly wrapped around his body, but he said nothing.
This silent gaze made Ming Zhao feel more and more guilty.
She was like a child who was caught doing something wrong, feeling a little scared and at a loss.
So she discussed it with him in a soft voice, the sound as soft as a mosquito's hum: "Break up...even if we break up, we can still be together secretly."
Looking at the girl's reaction, Zhou Tingyun's expression turned slightly cold.
Even if he persuaded himself, as the older one, he should understand and tolerate the child's anxiety.
But the emptiness in my heart could not be filled, and the cold wind kept howling in.
Zhou Tingyun gently changed the subject, just like gently brushing away a snowflake that had fallen on her shoulder.
Ming Zhao was tired from playing snowball fights, so he started to build a snowman with great interest.
The snow was kneaded into small balls and rolled into a ball on the ground.
She used her designer skills to quickly build two snowmen and trim them smooth and neatly.
Then I gave them perfunctory names, one was called Xiao Zhao and the other was called Xiao Zhou.
Ming Zhao sat down between the two snowmen and directed Zhou Tingyun to take pictures.
The Polaroid camera captured the girl's bright and charming smile. She pouted and pretended to kiss Xiao Zhou's round cheeks. Her cute look seemed to melt the ice and snow around her.
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