The fake daughter of a fallen ghost is reborn

In the afternoon, the snow gradually got heavier. In order to avoid the snow being too deep to walk on the road, Jiang Xu and Shen Qingtang went back. Xue Zhiyi also returned to the dormitory and leaned on the bed.

With such heavy snow, Huo Wuyou will definitely not come back.

Thinking of this, she picked up a book from the bedside and started reading.

Since her rebirth, Xue Zhiyi has rarely had such a long period of leisure time, which made her a little anxious. Recently, she has found a lot of things to entertain herself.

Anyway, Huo Wuyou said that everyone in the Marquis' Mansion had to listen to her and could go wherever they wanted. These days, she had already explored the Marquis' Mansion of Lin'an thoroughly, and even sorted out the messy account books in the Marquis' Mansion that had been left unattended after Princess Yongning's death.

Outside the window, the sound of wind and snow rumbled, accompanied by the crackling of charcoal fire, and the laughter of Qiuyun and Suyue while doing needlework. Xue Zhiyi flipped through the book intermittently, gradually feeling a little sleepy, and nodding his head from time to time in a trance, like the peach tree branches outside the glass window that were drooping under the weight of snow.

It was Qiuyun who first discovered that she had fallen asleep. Qiuyun made a gesture to silence Suyue, reminding her to be quieter.

In a state half asleep, Xue Zhiyi could only vaguely hear Qiuyun and Suyue's cautious footsteps, and the sound of adding fire to the charcoal basin.

Xue Zhiyi cherished such a leisurely and comfortable day, and let himself lie softly between the brocade quilt and warm fur coat.

In the haze, Xue Zhiyi didn't know how long had passed. He only heard the sound of a door opening and closing, followed by a fleeting cool breeze and familiar footsteps coming from far away.

"..."

With a light snort, Xue Zhiyi moved her body slightly and opened her sleepy eyes. She saw that someone had sat beside her bed, holding his chin and looking at her with his head tilted.

"Huo Wuyou?" Her voice was still filled with weariness: "You're back?"

She glanced out the window. The branches of the peach trees outside were pressed even lower. The thick snow seemed to be weighing down the trees so much that they could not stand up straight.

"It's snowing so hard, why did you come back at this time?"

Xue Zhiyi was clearly awake, but he still spoke softly: "I guess someone is thinking about me day and night, so he rushed back. A mere snowstorm can't stop him."

Xue Zhiyi then noticed that there seemed to be moisture on Huo Wuyou's hair, and the tips of his nose and ears were red from the cold.

"Aren't you cold?" she asked.

"It's cold." Huo Wuyou didn't hide it: "My hands are still cold. If you don't believe me, why don't you touch them?"

Looking at Huo Wuyou's hand that he stretched out in front of her with confidence, Xue Zhiyi didn't know what she was thinking. She reached out her hand, placed her palm on the back of Huo Wuyou's hand, and dragged his cold hands into the quilt.

"How about this? Is it warmer?"

His hand was suddenly wrapped in warmth. Huo Wuyou was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking about. His throat rolled up and down, and the tips of his ears became even redder... but it was not because of the cold.

In the bed, Xue Zhiyi was concentrating on warming his hands, but suddenly, Huo Wuyou's rough hands grabbed her unexpectedly. Xue Zhiyi raised her eyes and found that Huo Wuyou was looking at her very seriously.

At the side, Su Yue was hanging up the cloak that Huo Wuyou had just taken off, and patting the snow water off it, but suddenly she saw that the two people who were talking just now suddenly shut up, and the atmosphere became a little subtle for a moment.

Su Yue didn't even bother to pack her clothes. Her little face turned red. She pulled Qiu Yun, who was still unaware of this, pointed at the door, and then made a run away gesture with two fingers on her palm.

As the door closed, they were the only two left in the room.

"..."

After a moment of silence, Huo Wuyou's Adam's apple moved again, perhaps trying to hide his current mood. Instead, his tone became a little strange, "I've been in the wind all the way, and I feel cold and tired. I want to find a place to lie down for a while."

Hearing his poor excuse, Xue Zhiyi suddenly felt like laughing, but she felt it was inappropriate, so she held it back for the time being. She moved her eyes slightly, avoiding his gaze, and her voice was much softer than usual: "Do you want to... warm up on the couch for a while?"

"As you say."

Almost as soon as Xue Zhiyi finished speaking, Huo Wuyou answered without hesitation.

Their eyes met unexpectedly, and they quickly looked away.

Huo Wuyou stood up seemingly calmly, but he was inexplicably at a loss. He turned his back and used all his strength to make his action of taking off his outer robe look less hasty. However, at an angle that Xue Zhiyi couldn't see, his fingers were almost tied into a knot with his belt.

On this side, Xue Zhiyi turned over and also faced away from Huo Wuyou. Her hands grabbed the head of the quilt, and her entire face was almost buried in the quilt...

They were so shameless on their wedding night, and it was so natural, but today it was as if they hadn't even held hands? Why were they so nervous... Could it be that after being apart for a few days, they both became thick-skinned?

The rise and fall of the quilt behind him made Xue Zhiyi's back shudder and he unconsciously clenched his hands tighter.

Huo Wuyou didn't seem to move, but their bodies were touching lightly through their clothes.

After a while, Huo Wuyou's voice became a little hoarse: "Awan?"

Xue Zhiyi just hummed.

He called again: "Awan."

"Ok?"

Slowly, Xue Zhiyi turned around.

Huo Wuyou was lying on his side. Under his plain white shirt, his pair of phoenix eyes looked much less aggressive. He seemed a little embarrassed when looking at her. However, his low and heavy breathing exposed the heat that he could hardly control at the moment.

Xue Zhiyi's gaze lingered and flickered between his brows, and her body moved closer almost involuntarily.

There seemed to be some irresistible attraction, and almost unconsciously, they moved closer and closer until they could feel the changes in each other's bodies.

Even though there had been many intimate acts before, this seemed to be the first time they were this close.

Xue Zhiyi only felt that he was trapped in a warmth that was almost scorching. Except for Huo Wuyou's face which became clearer, everything around him began to become blurry and everything became extremely unreal.

Their noses touched from time to time, and their breaths intertwined vaguely, as if they were testing for an opportunity to be intimate.

Xue Zhiyi only felt a kind of desire in her body that she had never felt before, and her eyelashes drooped lazily.

"Huo Wuyou..." Her voice was a little unclear.

"Ah."

He responded, following her breath and letting the kiss fall on her lips.

The hot breath invaded her, and Huo Wuyou's movements were no longer as clumsy as the first time he kissed her. In just a few breaths, he moved closer and closer, slowly deepening his kiss.

Climbing onto his neck, Xue Zhiyi's hand reached into his clothes through his collar, and his fingertips moved wantonly from his Adam's apple to his heart.

With a muffled groan, Huo Wuyou turned over and stared down at the person below him.

Outside the window, the wind and snow were still raging. Large snowflakes were falling on the branches of the peach tree, making the branches sway and tremble involuntarily, as if they had no power to resist the wind and snow, or as if they were playing with the wind and snow, swaying meaningfully with the wind.

The snow on the branches became heavier and heavier, so heavy that it seemed to break them, making it hard to resist...

Suddenly, for unknown reasons, the snow all over the tree began to fall, first a few scattered flowers, and then large flakes that made the whole tree tremble... I don't know how long it was before the snow on the branches dispersed in the wind, and the bent branches seemed to be suddenly released, finally able to stretch out to their heart's content.

At this moment, there was clearly a heavy snowstorm, but I didn't know if it was an illusion. In a trance, it seemed as if the sun was pouring down, and the dazzling light of the sky flashed before people's eyes, and even the sound of the wind and snow seemed to be a lot quieter.

Only the branches of flowers are left, swaying in the sunlight. In the winter, they seem to be about to bloom, becoming the only spring scene in the ice and snow...