Chapter 127 I Like
Feng Qingge grunted and rolled her eyes at her, then crossed her arms and bent over, looking like an old man. "I like it, so what?" she snorted, clearly displeased.
Mo Linyuan chuckled softly, his deep voice mingling with the falling snowflakes, creating an instantly beautiful sound.
This was the first time Feng Qingge had seen Mo Linyuan smile, and this time it wasn't just a slight twitch of his lips, only a tiny curve; this time, he not only smiled from the bottom of his heart, but also revealed his pearly white teeth.
For a moment, Feng Qingge was quite engrossed in watching. One can only imagine how many people would be attracted by the spectacular sight when the iceberg melted.
Little did she know, this was not only the first time Feng Qingge had seen Mo Linyuan smile, but also the first time he had ever truly smiled.
Coming to her senses, Feng Qingge cursed herself for being so weak-willed as to be blinded by good looks. She quickly turned her head away from Mo Linyuan's alluring face and tried to make her voice sound dissatisfied, "How much longer are we going to go?"
Helpless, Mo Linyuan couldn't help but remind her, "She just came out."
"Oh." Feng Qingge responded indifferently and didn't ask any more questions. Indeed, they had only been out for a few minutes.
It's called "treading on snow," but it's really no different from appreciating snow. There's no snow on the ground yet, so there's no need to use the word "treading" at all.
As we walked along, the snowflakes fell heavier and thicker, fluttering and swirling beautifully.
Because neither of them was wearing a cloak, snowflakes inevitably settled on their bodies and hair, making them appear as a vast expanse of white from a distance.
She didn't know how long they had been turning around, so long that Feng Qingge thought they had turned the entire temple around, and her hands and feet were ice cold, and she felt a little soaked.
There was too much snow, which gradually melted with the body's warmth and seeped into the body.
About fifteen minutes later, they finally returned to the courtyard, and Feng Qingge breathed a sigh of relief. It was finally over!
Back in the room, I turned to look at the path they had come from. It was completely white, the floor covered in fallen leaves.
"Hmm." Once inside, Feng Qingge couldn't wait to brush the snowflakes off her body, then turned and went back to the inner room. There was a stove burning in the inner room, and as soon as she came in, she went straight to the stove, ignoring the snowflakes in her hair.
Mo Linyuan carefully patted the snowflakes off his body, picked up a clean cloth to wipe the snowflakes off his hair, and turned to walk inside.
As a result, when they arrived, they found Feng Qingge nestled next to the heater, looking like she was about to hug it.
But what caught Mo Linyuan's attention even more was the snowflakes that hadn't melted on her hair. So, he flicked the cloth in his hand, and the snowflakes landed in a parabolic arc directly on Feng Qingge's head.
Suddenly everything went dark, and then Mo Linyuan's unique, deep voice rang out, solitary and cold, "Wipe it off."
Feng Qingge sat up straight, a towel draped over her head. She was somewhat speechless. She pulled the towel off and then wiped her hair clean.
"If I catch a cold, it's your fault," she complained, glancing at the indifferent person.
Mo Linyuan lowered his eyes, his gaze full of smiles. "How can you blame me? If you had wiped off the snow earlier, the chances of catching a cold would have been much smaller." He walked over to her and sat down.
"Hmph." If he hadn't taken her to see the scenery and walk in the snow, she definitely wouldn't have had any chance of catching a cold.
It's safe to say that Feng Qingge's words must be blessed, otherwise why would she say anything that works?
Sure enough, by dinner time, she had caught a bit of a cold.
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