little master

thirty.

Before going out, the young master who said that he would never be afraid of the cold, stopped moving as soon as he went out.

I followed behind, saw him standing still, thought something was wrong, so I asked him: "Why don't you leave?"

He shivered for a moment, turned his head to stare at me, and said stiffly, "It's okay!"

After finishing speaking, he walked forward, walked forward, put his hands in his pockets, and retracted his neck, stepping forward against the cold wind.

Well, it's impossible not to see what's going on here, to try to be brave after being frozen like this, it must be holding a grudge.

I hurriedly followed, walked behind him, and asked, "Is it cold?"

He turned his head: "It's not cold."

As soon as the voice fell, he sneezed.

A snort sounded full of anger, and we were both taken aback for a moment.

He was even worse, he was slapped in the face by himself, I watched his face turn from white to red, and he seemed to be frozen in embarrassment.

After realizing it, he was even more annoyed, and rushed forward regardless, as if he never wanted to turn back.

I suppressed my laughter, hurried to catch him, pulled him into my arms, untied his clothes and covered him from behind, he struggled to go, and I hugged him involuntarily.

Young Master: "Let go! I'm not cold! Don't touch me!"

He looked irritated and anxious, like a cat with fried fur, twisting and turning to get out, and lied angrily that he was not cold, even if his hands were as cold as ice, his whole body had only It was only after being wrapped in me for a while that I felt a little warm.

What should I do if the children are awkward?

Coax it.

Of course I can't let go, on the contrary, I have no intention of letting go again.

But scruples about his face.If my attitude is too strong and I say that you are so cold and still move around, there is only one ending waiting for me-death.It's still the kind of extremely tragic way of death.

What is more terrifying than death is that the young master may refuse to talk to me for a long time.

I don't think it will work.

Just imagining that kind of picture is unbearable.

So I threw away my face again, wrapped him up forcibly, and gasped and said: "Master, you are not cold, but I am a little cold, so I want to let you hug him to keep me warm, okay?"

He was indifferent: "Not good."

I pretended not to hear, and continued to hug him shamelessly: "Then thank you, young master."

After thanking me, I exhaled and said to myself before the white mist dispersed: "It's really cold."

To show realism, I stomped my feet reductively.

Unexpectedly, he didn't struggle anymore—of course, the possibility of being deceived by my superb acting skills is high—he obediently moved to the side of the car in this posture with me, and after I opened the door, He jumped in with lightning speed.

I opened my arms wide, walked to the other side, and sat in the driver's seat. During this period, I could feel his eyes rolling around me, which meant nothing.

After I sat down, he was still staring at me. When I asked what was wrong, he turned his head away and pretended nothing happened. After three or four times, I simply leaned over, supported the back of his chair, and asked, "What's the matter?" Is it? Is there a problem?"

He glanced at me and said unhappily: "Aren't you cold?"

I froze: "...Yeah, look, I turned up the heat so much..."

He looked up and down at me with complicated eyes, then suddenly stretched out his hand to pull my clothes, and said in a blunt tone: "I don't wear my clothes well when it's cold, am I sick?"

I:"……"

While he was scolding, he helped me button up the button. With this posture, I could touch his side face when I tilted my head.

The young master's hands may still be stiff, and he is not very flexible when buttoning the buttons, so his expression is more focused and serious. Although there is a little impatience between his brows, he still cares about me in a down-to-earth manner.

As for me, who was in the center of the vortex, I was very irritated by this scene, my nerves were wandering on the verge of collapse, and I was in danger.

No way, she's so cute, I want to kiss her.

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