Lillian's Melaleuca routine

"It's okay, because I'm not a person with supernatural powers either." Ling did not forget to comfort Fyodor.

Fyodor sighed, his eyes dimmed, as if thinking of something.

"What's wrong?" Shu asked without restraining his curiosity.

Fyodor didn't speak, he just cast his gaze at the souvenir shop in the distance, looking dazed and lost, even the jewel-like pupils were gray, and under the sunlight at this time, those eyes showed a weird purple color.

Aya's heart was filled with complex emotions, curiosity about human emotions or excitement about prying into secrets.This man had hidden stories, and she was most interested in that.She was going to pry Fyodor's mouth open and let him tell all the secrets himself—the idea excited her for no reason.

There is still snow on the road beside the street, the snow is not too deep, but there is no trace of melting.Aya then took off her gloves and ran to the snow like the wind. She waved towards Fyodor, took a handful of snow on the ground and threw herself at Fyodor who was still in a daze.

Fyodor's face was covered with snow, and his expression was a bit dazed, obviously he didn't react.

What greeted him was another baptism of snow.

"Fyodor, let's build a snowman." After finishing speaking, Aya dipped a little snowflakes, lifted her body, and gently pressed the snow to his cheek.At this time, only his face was exposed from all over his body, and this place became the best target of attack.

Aya smiled brightly at him. The girl in a white down jacket and snow boots seemed to be integrated with the snow, like a real snow elf, pure and lively, but Fyodor understood that she was also As indifferent and ruthless as Xue, they are completely different people at heart.

Before he could respond, Aya had already run away.

Fyodor touched his face, the snow on his face had already started to melt due to his body temperature.The snow was on his face, it was a little icy, and he felt his nose itchy.

But he just smiled in a low voice, and waved his hand at Aya, with a touch of connivance.

Getting close to Hayata Ling was of course intentional.

Because she is "special" and someone who can contribute to his career.

But he still needs to transform her and erase the unstable factors in Hayata Ling.For two strangers who have nothing to do with each other, what is a more stable and fast relationship than lovers?

On the other side, Ling had already built a snowman in the snow, and she was very excited. The snow was so cold that her hands were beginning to lose consciousness.

Aya was a little annoyed, she should have brought some warm babies.But this body has an extraordinary physique, which is nothing to her.So she gathered the snow on the lawn into a ball and beckoned Fyodor to come and help.

"Mr. Fei-O-Dor-Mr.-" Aya gathered her hands into a trumpet and shouted in a drawn-out tone, "Here-heap-snow-man!"

Fyodor ended up joining in the snowman building.

It took half a day, and they built an ugly snowman on the snow. The snowman was really ugly, with only a snowdrift-shaped body and an overly large oval head, no hands, no nose, and two eyes. A hollow eye socket, not only does not look aesthetically pleasing, but also a bit weird.

"Barely, it's a commemoration." Seeing their achievements, Aya was a little dissatisfied, but the conditions were limited, after all, it was the result of her own hands, so this was the only way to go.

She took out her phone and took a picture of the ugly snowman, still a little unhappy.

Fyodor stood aside, looking at this ugly result, and suddenly said, "Lilian, why don't we take a photo together."

"Today is a very special day." He said seriously, with a soft expression.

"Okay." Ling's eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice.

Obviously, she agrees with this proposal.

"I don't have a mobile phone with me, can you lend me yours?" Fyodor asked.

Without any doubt, Aya took out her mobile phone and handed it to Fyodor.The two squatted together on the ground, and the camera was at a downward angle.The background is the ugly snowman.

Three, two, one.

With a click, the camera freezes.

In the photo, Aya and Feordo are close together, head to head, blushing, as close as a real couple.Behind it is a snowman, so that anyone who sees the photo can recognize that this should be their work.Above the snowman is a clear sky, cloudless.

Satisfied, Aya couldn't hide her smile.She turned to look at the people beside her. Fyodor's hands were also frozen, and the posture of his hands was a little unnatural.So she put her hand in his palm and took his hand.

After making the snowman, it was time for dinner, and they went back to Nevsky Prospekt for dinner.

Dinner was western food, and the two of them sat in the dining room, right in front of the window pane, so they could have a panoramic view of the outside scene.The glass is a special one-way glass, which cannot be seen from the outside.

The two chatted from time to time.Aya told Fyodor that she was a tourist and had been here for two months. She would only stay in Russia for a few months before leaving. By the way, she also told Fyodor the location of her hotel.

Although Aya's expression was serious, her words were full of hints.

Fyodor took her cue, but didn't respond.

That's right, he's just a college student.

Aya told herself not to worry.

They ordered a bottle of wine, but not vodka. Although the western restaurant provided this kind of wine, considering the first meeting, they chose wine with low concentration.

With dinner and the soft lights in the hall, it was already dark before we knew it.

Fyodor recommended a lot of local attractions to Aya, and also told some Russian historical stories. He was like a humorous tour guide. He had a wide range of knowledge and could say a few words about any strange topic.After Aya told him that she was leaving Moscow in a few days, Fyodor suddenly became very talkative and always looked at Aya intently.

But the book was already bored.

It's not like she hasn't dated in this year. Compared with Fyodor, there are people who are more sweet talkers than him. They are also upper-class people, with outstanding looks and profound knowledge, but they don't meet Aya's aesthetics. .

Shu’s interest in Fyodor only stems from his recognizable face. Facts have proved that she really can’t get along with him. If it weren’t for Fyodor’s weird words and deeds, she would already be in the On the way back to the hotel.

Now, she is almost running out of patience.

What supports her is nothing more than a little curiosity.

Joyful memories of the day quickly cooled.While responding to Fyodor impatiently, Aya tried her best to get rid of the food in her hand, and then thought that she could propose to leave earlier.

"Lillian."

It was Fyodor's voice that interrupted her.

"Huh?" Aya raised her face and stared at him.

Fyodor was turning his face sideways at this moment, pointing to his chin, his half-length bangs covering his eyes.His eyes stared out of the window motionlessly, a little distracted.

Aya followed his gaze and looked out the window together.

It was six o'clock in the evening, and the sky was already dark. Several street lamps and festive colored lights illuminated the street brightly.Because it is the city center, there is still a lot of traffic, but it is far from the level of crowds.Most of the people on the street are young people, and there are also a few couples, who get together and laugh constantly from time to time.As if nothing special happened.

But there was one person who caught Aya's attention.

This is a fat man who is not too fat, wearing a heavy down jacket, with a hat covering his face, walking in a hurry.He didn't seem to know that this hotel was like one-way glass, and stopped a few meters away from them. He stayed here for a long time, took out his mobile phone by the window, and stayed there.

After a while, he finally put down his phone and was about to leave.When he turned around, Aya finally saw his face.

A pair of small eyes, a big and flat nose, all his hair is shaved, leaving only a pinch on the top of his head, his appearance is ugly, and his expression is gloomy. .At this moment, he was looking at the store with a ferocious expression, showing a mocking sneer.

He fumbled in the pocket of his down jacket with his gloved hand.He took something out and put it in his hand.The thing was wrapped in a ball of black fluffy gloves, and it was impossible to see what it was.

The man looked at the restaurant proudly, and waved the things in his hand as if showing off.

Judging from the way he shook hands, it was a knife.