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After throwing it away, he raised his eyes again and stared directly at Song Huaiqing.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, each other's breathing was clear and ambiguous, and the squeaking sounds from the side were ignored by the two of them in a tacit understanding.

Seeing that Xiao Fangchi was about to kiss him, Song Huaiqing stretched out her hand to resist him.

"Master?"

Xiao Fangchi was puzzled, his eyes were full of lust, and his voice was a bit mute.

Song Huaiqing turned to look out the window. Snowflakes were falling, flying all over the sky, like large swaths of feathers. The eaves were covered with snow and filled with branches.

"Xiao Fangchi, let's go see the snow."

Xiao Fangchi was stunned and looked out the window following his master's gaze.

At this time, the snow was falling heavily and the wind and snow were rolling.

"now?"

"Ah."

"it is good."

Xiao Fangchi stood up, took the aqua-blue crane cloak with dark patterns from the shelf and put it on for Song Huaiqing, and brought a small heater over for him to hold.

After cleaning up, Song Huaiqing was wrapped like a rice dumpling and went out.

There was a vast expanse of snow outside, and I couldn't even see the road. I could only walk by feeling, and if I stepped on it, I would sink a lot.

The two of them didn't go far and were in the backyard.

At Song Huaiqing's request, Xiao Fangchi withdrew his barrier.

Suddenly, the fresh and cold breath filled their faces, and snowflakes fell on their heads and shoulders.

Today, the hair crown Song Huaiqing wears is also blue, the same color as the cloak he wears. It is engraved with exquisite water patterns, and a ribbon hangs from the bottom of the hair crown, and the ribbon flutters and dances in the wind.

Standing in the snow like this, it seems that the Nine Heavens God comes out of a painting. It is not only innately cold and distant, but also has a little elegance and gentleness. The two contradictory temperaments are magically blended together, making it a perfect match. He is more distinguished.

Xiao Fangchi watched quietly. In the vast world, there was only this flash of blue in his eyes.

Song Huaiqing took a deep breath and felt that her chest was filled with coldness for an instant.

He stretched out his hand and received a palmful of snow in less than a minute. It was very cold, but he felt very happy.

"Master, be careful of frostbite on your hands."

Xiao Fangchi muttered to the side like an old woman.

Song Huaiqing raised a palm of snow in front of Xiao Fangchi, as if offering a treasure, with a rare childish look on his face.

"Xiao Fangchi, look at the snow!"

"Yeah." Xiao Fangchi was about to reach out to take it, but Song Huaiqing slapped him in the face with a backhand. A lot of snow slag fell into his robe, making him shudder.

The prank was successful and Song Huaiqing laughed out loud.

Xiao Fangchi smiled fondly, but did not fight back. He just reached out and brushed away the white snow on Song Huaiqing's eyelashes.

Song Huaiqing found it amusing, watching the snow gather in his palms, and then flinging it out when it was full, and then reaching out to continue catching the snow.

"Master, stop catching snow with your hands."

Song Huaiqing turned her back to him and was having fun. After hearing his words, not only did she not restrain herself, but she gave Xiao Fangchi the small heater in her arms.

With his other hand freed, Song Huaiqing was obviously more convenient. He picked up a small branch and drew on the ground.

After drawing for a while, the outline gradually emerged. It was two cartoon villains cuddling together. It was obviously him and Xiao Fangchi.

Xiao Fangchi had never seen anything like this before, so he asked curiously: "What is Master drawing?"

Song Huaiqing pointed to the one on the left: "This is me."

Then he pointed to the one on the right: "This is you."

Xiao Fangchi didn't expect that the master drew the two of them. He seemed to be stunned for a moment, but he immediately reacted and laughed softly, his shoulders and chest trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of smiles, like bright pearls. Brilliant.

Song Huaiqing threw the branch to the ground, "Are you laughing at my poor painting?"

"No." Xiao Fangchi pursed his lips, suppressed his smile, and then said seriously, "Disciple is very happy."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to feel that it was not enough, so he repeated it again with great care and attention, "Master can draw this disciple and you together, I am really happy."

As they stood there for a while, their heads were covered with snow.

If they were exposed to the snow together, they would be together for the rest of their lives.

Song Huaiqing looked at it and suddenly felt that this sentence was absolutely correct.

In this way, he and Xiao Fangchi can be considered to have grown old together.

There will be no regrets.

Seeing that Master was looking at him without speaking, Xiao Fangchi asked with concern: "Master, is it too cold? Shall we go back?"

After saying that, I went to hold his hand.

After playing in the snow for a while, Song Huaiqing's hands were ice-cold to the bone, and her fair hands were red from the cold and were already frozen.

Xiao Fangchi was about to use spiritual power to warm him when Song Huaiqing stretched out his hand and said, "Don't use spiritual power, just warm him up."

Hearing this, Xiao Fangchi collected his spiritual power, held his hand, lowered his head slightly, moved it to his mouth, blew hot air, and rubbed it gently.

Blow and rub at the same time.

After covering it for a long time, Song Huaiqing finally felt a little conscious in his hand.

Xiao Fangchi raised his eyes and looked at him: "Master, how are you? Are you warmer?"

"Well, it's warm."

Song Huaiqing moved his fingers and found that it was indeed not that cold anymore.

They had been out for about half an hour, and there was a layer of snow on their shoulders and heads. From a distance, they looked like two snowmen nestling in the snow.

Xiao Fangchi's eyebrows were stained with snow. At this moment, he was seriously lowering his head to breathe and warm his hands. As he watched, Song Huaiqing only wanted to do one thing.

He thought about it and did it.

Song Huaiqing broke away from Xiao Fangchi's hand, hooked his neck with both hands, and moved forward slightly eagerly.

Lips that were obviously the same ice became hot in an instant when they touched each other.

Xiao Fangchi was stunned for only a moment, then pulled the person into his arms, tightened his arms, and turned his back on the guest.

Just like withered grass encountering fire, it ignites into a raging fire.

Lips and teeth touched, passionate and lingering.

The two exchanged selflessly, and the small heater had already fallen to the ground and was ruthlessly abandoned.

……

"Well--"

Song Huaiqing was pressed against the door by Xiao Fangchi, who was a little dizzy from being kissed, and softly moaned in comfort. He subconsciously wanted to retreat a little, but he was pushed back and there was no way to retreat.

Xiao Fangchi put one hand on the back of his head and held his waist with the other. Sensing his intention, he clasped his waist and deepened the kiss.

Song Huaiqing fell into the wave of lust again.

The sound of kissing, gasping and the sound of clothes rubbing against each other continued to sound in the silent dormitory.

Song Huaiqing's eyes seemed to be filled with mist and moisture, her cheeks and entire ears were flushed, her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and she was panting.

The robe was in a mess, and the front part was loosened, revealing the porcelain-white skin underneath, exuding a fatal attraction.

The hair crown had fallen off at some point, and the strands of hair were spread on the bed, like seaweed scattered in the water.

Xiao Fangchi nibbled on a bit of soft meat, successfully causing Song Huaiqing to tremble.

After kissing for who knows how long, Xiao Fangchi maintained the last bit of rationality, stretched out his hands to gather the master's clothes together, and prepared to stand up.

Song Huaiqing grabbed him, put her arm around his waist, and said in a hoarse voice, "I can do it."

Xiao Fangchi stiffened when he stood up.

Song Huaiqing pulled him back with force, and the two of them changed directions as the world spun around. Song Huaiqing sat astride Xiao Fangchi and held his shirt tightly: "Don't leave."

After saying that, he bit Xiao Fangchi's Adam's apple.

"Well." Xiao Fangchi snorted and squeezed out a sentence from his throat, "Master, please don't..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was another numbness in his throat, and an electric current quickly rushed to his limbs.

Xiao Fangchi couldn't bear it any longer, and the string in his mind suddenly broke.

After the world was spinning again, Xiao Fangchi took back the initiative.

"Well-"

An endless game unfolds fiercely.

……

"Master, call me..."

While breathing, Xiao Fangchi bit the tip of Song Huaiqing's ear.

Song Huaiqing's words were out of tune, and his whole body seemed to be floating in the sea, ups and downs.

"Xiao, Xiaochi..."

"Well……"

Song Huaiqing's whole body was torn apart and swallowed, and little by little he was dragged into the abyss called addiction by Xiao Fangchi.

……

There was snow outside the window, and the house was in full swing.