Quick time travel: The sickly villain is fierce and flirtatious

Familiar emotions surged repeatedly in my heart.

When he thinks that the girl will marry someone else and have children in the future, he feels like being bitten by thousands of insects, and his heart aches.

"close the door!"

The young man repeatedly said yes, and closed the door that had been pushed open again, to block the shouts of the matchmakers outside.

Huo Tingsi closed his eyes and stood alone in front of the door for a long time.

Until the voices outside slowly disappeared, a trace of self-mockery suddenly appeared on the man's face.

The girl's memory is gradually becoming complete. If he doesn't do anything, he might really lose her one day...

The sun hangs in the sky, and the newly melted snow water is reflected by the dazzling brightness.

Qin Yan tied up his cloak, found two twigs and half a carrot from the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves and started to do big things.

After the heavy snowfall, the ground was covered with a thick layer of snowflakes, and after one night, the accumulated amount was astonishing.

The temperature is dropping every day, and the wives and ladies in the capital basically don't go out, and they cook in their own homes, let alone social activities.

After staying at home for half a month, Qin Yan really couldn't find anything to relieve his boredom, so he wanted to take advantage of the slight rise in the temperature to build a snowman for fun.

The white snow was being pulled everywhere, and suddenly, two snowballs, one large and one small, were connected.

It was snowing lightly in the sky, Qin Yan was in high spirits, and he was not in a hurry to go back to the house.

She was so focused on building a snowman, she naturally didn't know when Huo Tingsi was standing behind her.

The pure white snowflakes fell on the man's black cloak, and a small piece of it was wet.

Huo Tingsi's eyes were full of tenderness and pampering. Seeing the girl happily inserting the branches and carrots, he took out two black longan cores from her waistband.

The snowman suddenly has a nose and eyes, lifelike.

Qin Yan clapped his hands and stood up, only to realize that he was behind.

The eyelashes are like two small fans inlaid with pearls and gemstones, blinking and blinking: "How about brother, the snowman I made looks good?"

Her voice was cheerful and crisp, three points more beautiful than the songs sung by the girls in the teaching workshop.

The eyebrows are crescent, and the cheeks are slightly powdered, which contrasts slightly with the porcelain-like skin, as if a little rouge has been applied.

Huo Tingsi's eyes were as deep as ink, and he was about to blurt out his words of praise when Qin Yan suddenly turned around and squatted down to fiddle with it.

"Wait a minute, I don't want to be the same as other people's piles, and fill in something else..."

Immediately, the snowman had two big round ears, like the buns worn by children on the street.

Qin Yan took off the two thin red sticks from the ends of her hair and tied them on Xiao Xueqiu respectively.

"so cute!"

If it weren't for the lack of mobile phones or other electronic devices here, she would definitely take selfies and post them on Moments.

"so cute."

Huo Tingsi patted the snow off the girl's shoulders, rewound the lace of the cloak, and put the hat on her.

The fox fur is thin and soft, covering the cheeks, very warm.

"Isn't it cold?" Huo Tingsi held her hand that was red from the cold, and his brows couldn't help but tightened.

Snowflakes fluttered one after another, falling on the girl's long eyelashes.

"I had so much fun, I didn't even feel it just now."

Qin Yan wanted to shrink back into his arms to keep warm, and moved a bit, but was still held tightly by the man.

He held up his cold catkins, lowered his head and exhaled slowly, and gently rubbed her until it reached normal temperature before raising his eyes to look at her.

"Why didn't you come out with a hand stove?"

Qin Yan's breathing became disordered.

"I think... I think it's troublesome."

She came out to make snowmen, and the temperature of the hand stove was too high, which would melt the snow.

The warm breath was sticking to the skin, and the man rubbed the back of his hand repeatedly.