drink snow and ice

After hanging around with He Xueyan for several days, Chu Yuanyuan understood somewhat in a trance.

This back seat, this small courtyard, seemed to be an exclusive cage for He Xueyan.

His Majesty the Emperor caught the rarest and smoothest pet in the whole world, and he was bitten back several times before he caught it in the palm of his hand to play with it carefully.

It was as if they were thrown here, not to make her feel better, nor to let her die. The two waited for He Xueyan to lower her head and kneel beside his legs.

Chu Yuanyuan has no talent for the facts of reading and writing. He wrote the copybooks for several days in a regular manner. Character.

When she showed it to He Xueyan, even someone as gentle and temperless as He Xueyan had an ugly expression.

The queen huddled in the bamboo recliner, and because of the sweltering heat, her long hair was coiled up with a polished bamboo branch.

Only a few strands of fine temple hair hung down from the side, making her cheeks whiter and softer.

Because of her slender figure, one pair of legs had to be curled up to rest on the recliner. She didn't wear shoes or socks, and the plain dress was messily shrunk down to her calves. The exposed calf was so white that it almost gleamed. Although she was thin, she was also of flesh and blood. Uniform Pavilion.

It's as delicate and delicate as if you can't walk.

He Xueyan looked at her writing, frowned more and more, then sighed, raised her hand to her forehead: "Forget it, there is something wrong with my teaching, I can't blame you."

Put the piece of paper on the short case without looking at it.

The queen propped herself up and sat up, and when she bent down to put on her shoes, the branch stuck between the temples fell off.

The long ink-like hair fell down in strands, soft and gentle.

Chu Yuanyuan stretched out his hand involuntarily, and a strand of black hair fell directly on her palm.

She lowered her head, tightened and loosened her fingers, raised her face and said to He Xueyan, "Would Yuanyuan make your hair up, please? Queen Mother."

It was He Xueyan who responded to her by stuffing the branch into her hand, and then turned her back to her.

That person's hair was as soft as satin, cool and slippery, so soft that it slipped through Chu Yuanyuan's fingers several times.

It was very difficult to pull her hair. Although the layer of hair could not be said to be very thick, it was very long and slipped so hard that it could hardly be coiled.

Chu Yuanyuan woke up from the secret joy of being able to get close to the beauty, and suddenly became flustered and flustered.

The sweat on the forehead did not know how many times.

The final product is fluffy and messy, but fortunately, at least it is safe and stable and does not mean to be loose.

If it wasn't for He Xueyan's beautiful and noble face, she would be a crazy woman who escaped from somewhere.

When she turned her face away, even with her disheveled hair that seemed to have been torn apart by a dozen shrews, there was a bit of the laziness of a beautiful woman with loose temples, slightly loose snowy cheeks and slightly sweaty cheeks.

"Oh my God!" Lingsha, who went into the room to get a pen and ink, was so startled that she dropped the pen, and gave Chu Yuanyuan a hard look, as if she wanted to bite her a few times.

He ran over with the hem of the skirt, and directly pushed Chu Yuanyuan: "What are you doing?"

"What's wrong?" He Xueyan tilted her head as if she didn't know anything, her fluffy hair trembled with her movements, and then softly tilted to the right.

Feeling the sudden increase in the weight of the right brain, He Xueyan was silent, and raised his hand to gently touch the top of his head.

It seemed that he still thought it was a little funny, so he couldn't stop laughing, and waved his hand to press Lingsha, who was going to comb her again: "Forget it, there are only a few people here, and no outsiders are watching, so it's not bad. It gets hotter after tossing and tossing."

Lingsha was so angry that she stuffed the pen and ink into Chu Yuanyuan's arms, and went to cook angrily.

"Come here." He Xueyan, who was standing in front of the desk, beckoned to her. She stood in the sunlight, and when she raised her hand, her sleeves slipped down, her wrists were white, and there was a faint smile on her face.

Gentle and quiet.

Pretty as hell.

Chu Yuanyuan lowered his head and glanced at the toe of his shoe, willingly sinking into the eyes of disaster and warmth.

"You hold the pen holder." He Xueyan handed her the wolf hair dipped in thick ink with his backhand, and adjusted Chu Yuanyuan's pen holding posture after she grabbed it.

Chu Yuanyuan held the pen and was about to drop it when his back trembled, and a soft body that was cool even in summer came up to him.

He Xueyan's chest was pressed against Chu Yuanyuan's back, and her right hand, which was as beautiful as a jade carving, reached out to wrap around the back of her hand.

The soft side face rubbed against her ear.

Chu Yuanyuan almost couldn't bear to look at that person's face, his body was as stiff as a corpse that had been dead for seven or eight days.

"What word do you want to write?" The person's side face was exquisite, her eyebrows and eyes were deep, it was not obvious from the front, but she could see the beautiful eye sockets when viewed from the side.

And eyelashes like crow feathers.

Sparsely cast dark shadows on the cheeks, but they can't cover the clear and shallow pupils, which are like amber and glass.

Chu Yuanyuan couldn't help but think of that night, this person's pupils were wet, and He Xueyan's face was dripping with sweat, and he stretched out his arms to hug her tightly.

As beautiful as a dream.

Chu Yuanyuan once thought that He Xueyan that night was a monster that only existed in her imagination.

Her hand trembled, and a drop of ink fell on the paper, forming a large ink mark: "I think..."

The little girl bit her lip and said hesitantly, "I want to write your mother's name."

He Xueyan seemed to chuckle, it was so short that it almost made Chu Yuanyuan suspect that she had heard it wrong, her face pressed closer, and her warm breath rubbed against Chu Yuanyuan's neck: "So Yuanyuan knows my name?"

The little girl shook her head.

For so many days, both Lingsha and Yunying called her Empress, and occasionally Lingsha would call her Miss once or twice when she was in a hurry.

No one ever called the Queen by her name.

The queen thought for a while, then wrapped her hand with her right hand and started to move: "He Xueyan, my name."

Under the ink marks, the person's name was written.

Her handwriting is beautiful, tall and straight that doesn't match her frail body.

"Then..." He Xueyan took her to write her name again, and the three words Chu Yuanyuan fell below He Xueyan.

She had never thought her name was so beautiful.

Even with the name of He Xueyan, I feel that there is an indescribable match.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing that she hadn't moved for a long time, the man just stared blankly at the two names on the paper.

"I'm thinking of you." Chu Yuanyuan trembled and closed her eyes. She had seen all the ugliness in the world since she was a child, only He Xueyan, with a clear breeze and bright moon, was more beautiful and calm than all the beautiful things in the world put together.

She repeated it again: "Yuan Yuan is thinking of you, queen mother."

In a place she couldn't see, He Xueyan's eyes suddenly became very cold, there was no emotion or emotion in the clear eyeballs, he glanced coldly at the little girl's blushing ears and bit them.

"Ah!" The little girl was taken aback, she covered her lips to block the scream, her face was so red that it was impossible to see.

The soft, slippery, tongue, and flesh brushed past the tooth marks on her ears, and then the man hugged her tighter, and buried her snow-white face on her neck: "Do you like the Queen Mother?"

"Hi... hi... I like it." Chu Yuanyuan's chest trembled so much that it was difficult to speak.

"It's so fast." He Xueyan let go of her, then walked to the other side, and began to count with his fingers: "Yuanyuan saw me only five days ago."

She raised her face, her smile was gentle, even a little sweet, but the words she spit out seemed to be ridiculed like ice scum: "Does Yuanyuan always like someone so easily? Then such a liking is really worthless gone."

The author has something to say:

The seductive and scumbag woman He Xueyan!

Cheat master!

Turning faces is faster than turning pages...

Chu Yuanyuan: The desire to counterattack is really very strong!