Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3122 Rebirth Fate: You are my heartbeat (77)

  Dyeing white sits in the back, with one hand on the waist of the teenager, her cool white fingers pressed the black windbreaker against the teenager's left waist, and the thin waist can be felt through a thin layer of fabric.

   "Jiang Yuyan."

  The night wind blew towards the face, slightly cold, wrapped in coldness, two people facing the wind, on a locomotive, flashed across the street.

  Ran Bai Qinghan called his name.

"Um?"

  Yan Bai said in a very calm and watery tone: "You have a thin waist."

  "..."

   "I'm complimenting you."

   "Then I can thank you."

"You're welcome."

  Such a weird conversation ended in a few sentences, and she cast her eyes down, "Don’t locate my phone in the future."

  The boy blinked his eyes lightly.

  It is impossible for him to directly find dyeing white out of thin air.

  Amusement park is no coincidence.

  It's just that he found someone through positioning.

  Jiang Yuyan chuckled lightly and said, "Okay."

  Because of the white dyeing, Jiang Yuyan didn't open it fast.

   can even be said to be gentle.

  Otherwise, according to Jiang Yuyan's past speed, he would have already started direct soul drift.

  Moyo is more than twenty minutes later,

  The boy drove to the river and finally stopped.

  Dyeing white:?

   "Jiang Yuyan, you came here to see the river at night?" Ran Bai glanced around, like the river in the dark night that could not see the end.

   "Of course not." Jiang Yuyan said, how could he come here for this, "Wait."

  There is no moonlight or stars tonight, and it’s on the riverside again, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and there is a little more indescribable silence.

  Jiang Yuyan looked at the girl standing next to him, and silently raised his hand to help Dye Bai button up the coat hanging down the hat.

   Then took off the windbreaker and put it directly on the girl's shoulders.

   "It's a bit cold, you put it on."

  The young man wore a black hoodie inside, which made the young man clear and strong.

  Evil and arbitrary when laughing.

  Like the hot sun.

   is the most scorching.

  But there is another kind of indescribable coldness.

  Yan Bai's gaze paused on Jiang Yuyan for two seconds, then faintly retracted.

Sunlight.

Light.

  The temperature is gradually decreasing,

  The water and sky in the distance became a distant line, as if it could never be touched.

  The night is vast, and the river is like a mirror.

Suddenly,

  Small and fragile snowflakes floated down from the sky, small and cold, crystal clear white.

  Snow.

  From the broken snow at the beginning, to dense like white fog.

  The sky is full of white snow fluttering, accompanied by the swaying wind, swirling and dancing in the air.

  This is the first snow in early winter.

  Jiang Yuyan looked sideways at Dye White, his eyes were very bright, those deep and pitch-black pupils were like flames rising suddenly in the dark, and he smiled and asked: "Does it look good?"

  The color of snow is reflected in his eyes, and the light of snow is blooming, and the eyebrows are clear.

  The light shines.

  Ranbai looked at the snow, and his eyes reflected the snow in the sky, and even the pupils of the eyes seemed to be carved through, cold and hopeless.

  She leaned her eyes and ran into the boy's eyebrows.

  A screen like that,

   strayed into the eyes.

  It is rare to say that it is dyed white, and the voice is clear and restrained: "It looks good."

  Jiang Yuyan slightly hooked up her thin lips, which looked like a rose, and dyed her clothes white.

   Laughed low, low tone and magnetic sound.

   Very su.

   "You look better."

  The snow is not as clear as her.

  The first snow in early winter,

  The lower and the bigger.

   Soon on the eaves, treetops, and the ground were covered with layers of soft white snow. Once stepped on it, it sank in, incredibly soft and soft.

  The whole world is wrapped in silver.

  Jiang Yuyan is making a snowman.

  He has never done such jokes before, since he was a child.

  So the action is slightly rusty.

  But it is better to concentrate.

  The young man knelt on one knee and half in the snow, with long eyelashes hanging down like butterfly wings, and that side face was like a **** among the fluttering snow.

  His slender and white fingers are holding the snow, and his fingertips are red because of the cold temperature.

  Ranbai stood by, watching this scene: "...who did you pinch."

  Jiang Yuyan pinched, while answering as expected: "You."

  "..." Dye Bai remained silent for a while, then silently looked at the snowman that was hers, and after a moment of pondering, he said, "Are you sure you are not pinching a dog?"

  She felt that if Jiang Yuyan continued to do this, she might ruin the snowman.

  The boy was expressionless, grinded his teeth, his tongue pressed against his cheek.

   Randomly took a hand of snow from the ground, crumpled it into a ball and threw it at Yen Bai.

   But he was not willing to hit anyone, so at the moment he shot it, he subconsciously threw it one inch away from the girl.

  Ranbai looked at the snowball passing by, raised her eyebrows, "You can't let anyone say that you don't look good."

"You come!"

   "I will come when I come." As a person who likes art, I really don't like the weird and twisted snowman that Jiang Yuyan pinched, especially her pinched? !

   "I look good." Ran Bai leaned down, half kneeling beside Jiang Yuyan, and directly pushed the original snowman down: "Learn a little."

  Jiang Yuyan looked at Dye Bai with a smile but a smile, lazily responding, the ending sound was slightly hooked, romantic and evil: "Okay—"

   "Then it's up to you." Jiang Yuyan supported the delicate jade jaw with one hand, just looking at the white dye.

  The girl lowered her eyes, held the snow in both hands, and shaped it a little bit very carefully.

  Jiang Yuyan looked at it and felt something was wrong. He suddenly reached out and pressed the girl’s wrist, "Forget it." He whispered, "Don't do it."

  The hands are all red with cold.

  Jiang Yuyan frowned slightly.

  The young man originally wanted to warm his hands by Dye Bai, but his hands were also ice.

   "It's okay." Ran Bai didn't care, and looked at the snowman twice, and then looked at Jiang Yuyan.

   intends to continue to do it, but who knew it suddenly made a very surprising move.

  He took the girl's hand, tucked it with his own cuffs, and the black sleeves hung down until his five cold white fingers were completely attached to his arm.

  Jiang Yuyan asked Ranbai: "Will it be better?"

  Dyeing white paused.

  The temperature under her hands is indeed warm, and she sticks to the skin without any obstructions, and she can feel the cold, white and delicate touch under her fingertips.

  Better than a girl’s skin.

   Dye Bai gave a vague hum, then retracted his hand, and pulled it out of the boy's sleeve. For a moment, he was exposed to the cold air and falling snow, and the temperature gradually receded.

  But it still feels a little hot after dyeing white.

  Unspeakable heat.

   can only squeeze his face, try his best to calm himself with a snowman.

  The dyed white pinch is indeed much better than Jiang Yuyan. It is artistic and picturesque.

  The girl broke a dead branch and engraved a name next to it stroke by stroke.

  —Jiang Yuyan.

   "Nuo." Ranbai clapped her hands, and the snow fell from her fingertips, "You look."

  The young man chuckled, his lips curled and his brows brightened.

  (End of this chapter)