"Are you going to confess your feelings today?"
"Well, formal confession."
"Then when you are about to leave, send me a message and I will create an opportunity for your sister-in-law to meet her idol."
"Okay, I'll ask her later."
Yan Huaiqing took the fruit knife and went to the courtyard, squatted under the plum blossoms to make a snowman, and then used the knife to carve out the spirit of the snowman.
Carve her portrait, her cartoon character.
When Luo Qingman arrived, it was 11:39. After entering the garden, the same waiter from last time led her to the private room.
As she passed the courtyard, she noticed a figure squatting in the snow. She turned to the waiter next to her and said, "Just take me here, thank you."
"Okay Manman, you can come to me if you need anything."
"good."
Luo Qingman walked towards the courtyard, her boots sank a little into the snow, making a "puff puff" sound.
Yan Huaiqing turned around upon hearing the voice and said with a smile, "You're here."
Luo Qingman squatted beside him, "What are you doing? Aren't you cold?"
"I'm carving your portrait. Does it look like it? If your heart is warm, you won't feel cold."
The snow sculpture has been roughly carved for the most part, with only half of the body left to be carved.
Luo Qingman was speechless.
Her profile picture is a tsundere cartoon character sitting angrily with her arms folded.
"Have you learned sculpture?" Luo Qingman asked, looking at the little figure that was gradually improving.
"Well, I learned it when I was in college. I didn't have any inspiration at the time, so I chose sculpture as an extension course. Is it cold?"
“It’s not cold.”
"Then stay here with me for five minutes, it will be over soon."
"Yeah." Luo Qingman took out her cell phone and took a picture of the snow sculpture, including his gloved hands.
She stepped back a little, and the camera took in the entire figure of Yan Huaiqing, who was carving with his head bowed under the plum blossoms.
After carving, Yan Huaiqing looked at the person who had moved back, took off his gloves, and spread his hands in front of her, "Sister, my hands are cold."
The big hands with distinct joints were a little red due to the cold, but still looked very beautiful.
Luo Qingman pursed her lips, put the phone in her pocket, held his hands together, exhaled and rubbed them.
The palm of her hand was icy cold, and Luo Qingman shivered when she held it.
Seeing her lowered head, Yan Huaiqing smiled. When she raised her head, he moved closer and asked, "Sister, do my hands look good?"
She was suspected to be a hand control freak, and she stared at his hands from time to time during the first few times.
"Hey, it looks good." She blinked and moved her head back a little.
Their breaths were so close to each other.
Afraid that she would get cold if she held it for too long, Yan Huaiqing pulled her up with his backhand and picked up the fruit knife and the empty bottle, "From now on, I will only let you see it and touch it."
After she stood up, Yan Huaiqing picked up the gloves and put them in his pocket.
Luo Qingman looked at him and locked eyes with him, "It's a deal then."
"Well, let's go. It will be cold if we stay outside for too long."
Yan Huaiqing threw the bottle into the trash can and handed the fruit knife to the waiter.
"Did you come here alone?"
"Yes, I drove here." Luo Qingman glanced at the snow sculptures in the snow, "How early did you come?"
Yan Huaiqing followed her gaze and realized that his lie had been discovered. "I arrived at about ten forty."
"Are you here so early to carve a snowman?"
"No, I just can't sit still at home when I think about meeting you."
After entering the private room, the warm air hit her face. Luo Qingman took off her coat and then looked at Yan Huaiqing, "Stretch out your hand."
Yan Huaiqing also took off his coat and stretched his hand in front of her.
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