"I want to build a snowman and have a snowball fight." She said softly, "Will you come with me?"
When the word "snow" was mentioned, Zhou Jingan's confused mind suddenly became clear for a moment.
He suddenly came back to his senses, licked his lips, and said in a vague voice, "No, you will be frozen and sick."
Jiang Ling frowned, unhappy, and pushed him away.
Zhou Jing'an was still in a daze. He was suddenly pushed away and out of the arms of love. He was still a little dazed.
He hurriedly raised his eyes to look for her, and saw Jiang Ling with her hands on her hips glaring at him.
Jiang Ling snorted and deliberately exaggerated, "You must not like me! Otherwise you wouldn't agree to such a small request!"
"Why wouldn't I like it..." Before he could finish his defense, Jiang Ling pointed at her round belly and complained aggrievedly, "I'll give birth to your child. If I don't, I'll go run and jump outside now."
Zhou Jingan hurriedly hugged her and coaxed her softly, "How can that be? Do you still want your body?"
Jiang Ling was held by him, struggled twice, looked up and glared at him, and snorted: "Let me go, don't hug me."
She wondered why the beauty trick didn't work. Now he could even withstand her coquettish behavior. He really shouldn't be underestimated.
Zhou Jing'an refused to give in, and didn't let go. He buried his head in her neck and rubbed it, "When did I not like you? Ling'er is simply wronging me, and she didn't even give me a chance to redress my grievances."
Jiang Ling was annoyed and turned her face away, "I won't listen to your excuses."
He chuckled, his breath fanning over her neck.
Zhou Jing'an kissed her earlobe gently. "If you want to play in the snow, I'll bring it inside for you, okay? You're pregnant, so there can't be any mistakes. I'll play with you. Let's stay inside, okay?"
"And." He hugged her tightly and said slowly, "I don't dislike you. I like you the most."
Jiang Ling felt a surge of heat in her ears, not sure if it was from his kiss or from the shyness of his sweet talk.
"Ahem... well, how can we play with the snow inside?" Jiang Ling's neck and ears itched, so she reached out and pushed him. "I want to build a snowman."
Zhou Jing'an nodded. "I'll help you build a snowman. Ling'er, do you want an ice lantern? I'll make one for you."
"Ice lantern?" Jiang Ling smiled. "Can you make it?"
He raised his head and raised the corners of his lips, "Yes."
"But I have one condition."
Jiang Ling pouted, "What conditions?"
Zhou Jingan's Adam's apple rolled slightly, he lowered his head and stared at her lips, "Kiss me again..."
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