"Go ahead." Wang Xiaomei found it funny, so she waved her hand and agreed, "Follow your uncle closely, don't fall." The road was slippery on a

snowy day, and if an adult wasn't careful, he would fall down, not to mention Songzi, a little carrot that was not as tall as a waist.

"Okay, thank you, mom." Songzi jumped up immediately and held Liang Junqiang's hand. He was not so active even when eating, which made everyone laugh. Songzi blushed and urged Liang Junqiang to leave.

The two of them left the yard with umbrellas. Not long after they left, Liang Shuqiang and Fan Yanxing came back.

"We are lucky. There is still some beef left at the supply and marketing cooperative. I bought it all back and will make you tomato stewed beef brisket tonight." Fan Yanxing waved the big bag in his hand with a smile on his face.

Liang Qingqing's eyes lit up. Last time, she described the taste of tomato beef brisket to Fan Yanxing according to her memory. Who knew that he really made it? Although the taste was average, it got better and better. Now it has become one of his specialties.

This time they went to the city to go to the hospital to get pregnancy-preserving medicine for Wang Xiaomei, and to buy beef for her to make tomato beef brisket.

Looking at the bulging bag full of beef, Liang Qingqing stuffed the half-peeled orange in her hand into Fan Yanxing's hand as if to reward him, "Thank you for your hard work. Have some oranges. They're so sweet." "

Really?" Fan Yanxing glanced at Liang Qingqing with suspicion. He still remembered the last time she seriously coaxed him to eat a huge sour orange. After eating it, his teeth were sore for two days. The memory is still fresh in his mind.

She obviously remembered this as well. She laughed dryly and said in a flattering manner, "Really? Why would I lie to you? My sister-in-law and I have eaten several of them, and none of them were sour. Although I haven't eaten this one yet, it must be sweet."

Wang Xiaomei was watching with a smile on her side. When she heard Liang Qingqing mention her, she nodded as if to testify, "It is sweet."

Hearing them all say this, Fan Yanxing swept his eyes over the orange peels scattered on the ground, hesitated for two seconds, and still broke off a slice of orange and stuffed it into his mouth. Instantly a sour taste filled his mouth, which made him frown. Then he looked at Liang Qingqing with a face full of grievance, "It's so sour, Qingqing you..."

His unfinished meaning was obvious.

Seeing this, Liang Qingqing's eyes widened. She was completely unaware of the situation, but she felt guilty because of what happened last time. She quickly stepped forward and asked Fan Yanxing to spit it out. "I really didn't mean it this time. Stop eating it."

Fan Yanxing shook his head, swallowed the orange reluctantly, and silently put the rest into his pocket. He smiled and said to himself, "That's just my bad luck."

"I'll find you another sweet one." Liang Qingqing turned around and picked out an orange from the bamboo basket. She tasted one first before passing it to Fan Yanxing, "This one is sweet, eat this one."

Fan Yanxing looked at the orange against his lips, coughed lightly, and still took it with his mouth. Looking at Liang Qingqing's expectant look, he couldn't help but curl his lips, "Sweet."

Liang Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief. When she raised her head again, she found that Wang Xiaomei and Liang Shuqiang turned their heads away, looking at the sky and the ground, but not at them. Only then did she realize that she had just fed Fan Yanxing an orange too intimately.

A slight blush appeared on her face, and she urged Fan Yanxing to go to the kitchen to stew the beef brisket.

After everyone had dinner together in the evening, Liang Qingqing and Fan Yanxing walked slowly towards their home. It was still snowing in the sky, and snow could be seen faintly on the branches and eaves. It was a thin layer, gleaming with crystal white.

"Do you think we can make a snowman after we get up tomorrow?" Liang Qingqing reached out and touched a handful of snow on the leaves, and turned her head to ask Fan Yanxing with some joy.

In fact, she was already accustomed to snow. After all, she was a Beijing native in her previous life, and she often traveled to various places. She was not surprised by the scene of heavy snow all over the sky, but the snow in the south was different. It was gentle and delicate, different from what she was familiar with. More importantly, this was her first snow in this world, and it had a different meaning.

Fan Yanxing thought that she rarely saw snow, so she was a little excited.

"We can build snowmen at this rate, but I don't know if we'll stop." He told her the truth based on his own experience. Fearing that she would be disappointed, he added, "After the New Year, we'll go to Beijing to pay New Year's greetings and visit relatives. We'll see even bigger snow. I'll accompany you to build as many snowmen as you want."

Liang Qingqing nodded vigorously, and a spectacular scene of red walls and white snow emerged in her mind. She would definitely go for a stroll near the Forbidden City, and the two of them would eat candied haws while taking a walk, and build one or two snowmen. It would be a heavenly day.

Without saying a word, the two returned home. Fan Yanxing immediately lit the stove, and the room slowly heated up. Liang Qingqing dared to take off her coat and scarf. He walked over, skillfully lifted the hem of her sweater, and let her put her hand in.

Liang Qingqing touched his warm abdominal muscles with a smile, feeling the hard lines, tilted her head and glanced at him, "Your body is like a big stove, so comfortable."

"There are places that are warmer and more comfortable, do you want to touch them?" Fan Yanxing lowered his voice and moved in front of her, seducing her with a pair of deep and beautiful eyes, and every word he said was filled with unspeakable temptation.

Liang Qingqing swallowed subconsciously, her eyelashes trembling again and again. She understood the meaning of his words almost in seconds. Her fingertips curled together and her mind moved, but suddenly she remembered the consequences of doing this last time, and she was immediately frightened. Her little head shook like a rattle, "That's enough, I'll take a hot shower later and it won't be cold anymore."

"Oh, so you wanted to touch me after taking a shower." Fan Yanxing nodded as if he understood, seriously misinterpreting her meaning.

Liang Qingqing was so angry that she glared at Fan Yanxing and snorted, "Your head is full of what kind of color garbage, shameless."

Fan Yanxing was so thick-skinned that he didn't even listen to her scolding. Instead, he grabbed her hand and pressed it on the belt, resting his forehead against hers, and called her name softly, "Qingqing."

It made her whole body go limp.

He always knew how to make her completely willing.

She helped him put on the belt, and now she untied it herself, cause and effect.

Fingers rubbed the hot roll, and it was just as he said, warm and comfortable...

His breathing gradually became heavier in her ears, his teeth grinding over the earlobe, slowly lingering at the neck, and then falling under the collarbone, leaving one ambiguous mark after another on it. Liang Qingqing panted and tried her best to control the strength of her hands.

The fingertips slid over the top of the Ding page, stained with sticky water. There was a lingering blush on her cheeks, and the bright color was deepening. A pair of big hands wrapped around her waist, firmly clasped at the waist, but I don't know when they started to slide down, rubbing the seams through the fabric of her pants.

Liang Qingqing tightened her legs subconsciously, opened her red lips slightly, and unconsciously increased the strength of her hands, causing his brows to wrinkle for a moment, and his breathing became more and more rapid until it returned to calm.

"I haven't washed my hands yet, I'll serve you later." Fan Yanxing kissed her lips, "Qingqing, I love you."

The mixed emotions made Liang Qingqing feel a little empty. Her eyes were filled with confusion, and then she moved her gaze to her messy hands and wiped them on his face unhappily. Fan Yanxing did not even try to dodge. The satisfied man even had the mood to hug her shoulders and kiss her.

"Let's go, take a shower."

"I don't want to go with you."

Liang Qingqing refused without thinking. If she went with him, she would not be able to come out for at least 30 or 40 minutes. Although it felt different in the water, she still preferred to be on the soft quilt.

"Be good, let's not do it in the bathroom today." The weather was getting colder and colder, so he would not risk doing such a thing. What if she caught a cold?

Hearing this, Liang Qingqing half-believed and half-doubtedly let Fan Yanxing carry her to the bathroom. The hot water was ready when they just came back, so they could take a shower right now.

Not long after, the two of them returned to the room wrapped in towels. As soon as they touched the pillow, a deep and long kiss fell naturally. This tenderness made people half-reluctant to actively cater to it.

She stood up and changed her position. Her soft red lips kissed all the way from his neck, brushing his skin, especially staying on his firm belly for a long time, itching and numb, making him feel as if he was burned by a fire.

The sound of snow outside the window was still there, but the temperature in the room was getting higher and higher. The two hearts blended quietly in the night.

"What is that? It's so cold." Liang Qingqing was lying on her back and humming softly, but suddenly a few drops of liquid like water fell on her back. She turned her head suddenly and wanted to see what happened, but Fan Yanxing held her hands and didn't let her see. He said mysteriously: "You will know in a while."

She has always been curious about unknown things, especially Fan Yanxing's attitude made her itchy.

The liquid was rolling forward from her back and staining the front, freezing her. Fan Yanxing behind her groaned, then picked her up, and the two faced each other. Before Liang Qingqing came to her senses, she saw him lower his head and lick the liquid clean.

Faintly, she smelled a faint orange scent. Just as she was thinking about this, he kissed her.

The next second, her mouth was instantly filled with the sour taste of oranges. She frowned and tried to resist, but he pushed her against the bed and made her swallow drops of orange juice.

"Why are you so vindictive!"

Liang Qingqing was about to cry. It was just a prank she played on him last time, so why did he still remember it?

"It's not a grudge, it's just a little hobby between husband and wife." Fan Yanxing patted her round and plump buttocks and chuckled, "You don't like it?"

"..." She couldn't say anything to refute. Smelling the orange scent in the room, she whispered, "Change to something sweeter next time."

"Okay." Fan Yanxing kissed every inch of her skin. The two of them were so close that it was airtight. The charming feelings were like a dense spider web entangled together, inseparable. He understood her hypocrisy and would never let her down.

In each other's eyes, there was only the uncontrollable passion of the other party, and they slowly lost their minds.

The next morning, Liang Qingqing hugged the quilt and nestled beside the bed, letting Fan Yanxing feed her porridge. Her big eyes looked out the window not far away with excitement. The yard was already white. The heavy snow lived up to her expectations and piled up thick enough to create a snowman.

The red camellia water was wrapped in white snow. The extreme collision of the two colors was indescribably beautiful.

"Can we go build a snowman together later?"

"Of course."

"I want to build two, one on the left and one on the right."

"How many you want, I have the gloves ready for you."

"Hehe, Brother Yanxing, you are so good to me."