She plays A, she plays O

Time flies, and before I know it, I have been living in the Ning family for more than half a month.

Ning Xuechu has almost completely adapted to the current life, and gradually figured out An Jianqing's 'bottom line'.

As long as she doesn't say anything similar to last time, An Jianqing will be obedient to her and is a perfect and considerate sister.

But once she crossed that bottom line, An Jianqing would reveal the coldness hidden under the tenderness.

When she was at her uncle's house, she saw An Jianqing's strong and indifferent side.

These days, getting used to this person's gentleness and consideration, she subconsciously thought that she was an exception, and An Jianqing would not be cruel to her.

But in the end, she was still wrong.

How can there be true love in a wealthy family?

Ning Xuechu played with the pen in her hand, looked out the window at the gradually darkening sky, and listened inattentively.

After the last class, there was a surprised cheer outside, "It's snowing, the first snow this year."

As the voice fell, there were waves of footsteps in the corridor.

Immediately afterwards, more and more people cheered, "It's snowing..."

These three words are like the factor of happiness, spreading rapidly, stirring people's heartstrings.

After a while, the corridor was full of people, talking in twos and threes, with happy smiles on their faces.

Someone reached out to catch the falling snowflakes and watched it melt quietly, or let the snowflakes fly with a sigh of relief.

With her schoolbag on her back, Ning Xuechu looked at it quietly for a few seconds, then went downstairs with a cold expression.

She doesn't like snow.

Every time it snows, she has to brave the severe cold and take a small shovel and broom to clean up the snow little by little.

Even if her fingers are red with cold, she must clean up the snow, otherwise she will be beaten and starved.

Some people say that Bai Xue's head is romantic, but she only sees endless chill.

Ning Xuechu was walking on the road, listening to the continuous laughter from around.

She looked up and saw that Bai Xue had already whitened many people's hair, even their eyebrows.

But those people didn't care at all, and there was a cheerful and excited smile on their frozen red cheeks.

Ning Xuechu was taken aback, looking at the snowflakes that kept falling.

After staring at it for a long time, she reached out to catch one piece, and then held it tightly.

Slight wetness spread in the palm of the hand with coldness, Ning Xuechu frowned, opened her palm, and watched the transparent water dripping indifferently.

She wiped her hands and walked forward with a blank expression. When her eyes fell under a tree, she couldn't help but stop.

The sturdy plane trees became bare, and the twirling branches could be seen clearly, unable to block the snowflakes falling from the sky.

The person standing under the tree is tall and tall, with a red windbreaker that outlines a slender waist, revealing a trace of aloofness in the white snow all over the sky.

She raised her head slightly and stretched out a hand to catch the snowflakes falling in the wind.

The cold wind blowing her hair, she didn't seem to notice, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of her beautiful lips.

The romance of Bai Xue's head seems to be best interpreted in this red dress.

Ning Xuechu's heart trembled, and a flash of amazement flashed in her cold eyes.

She walked over quickly, with a cute smile on her flushed face, gathered her schoolbag, and said happily, "Sister, you don't need to pick me up in such a cold day."

"It's okay, I happen to be free today." An Jianqing turned her head, smiled slightly, and turned her wrist to let the snowflakes fall.

Ning Xuechu couldn't help but follow the snowflakes in her eyes, seeing the whiteness falling into the dust and disappearing, she felt a tinge of unspeakable sadness in her heart.

Maybe one day, she will be mercilessly abandoned like this snowflake.

"Xuechu, what's the matter? Is there something on your mind?" An Jianqing chuckled and asked in a low voice.

Ning Xuechu hurriedly shook her head, with a simple expression on her face, and asked curiously, "Sister, do you like Xue?"

"I like it. If you can walk in the snow with the person you like, it's a kind of happiness to have only a moment of white hair." An Jianqing raised her head, her lips curled up slightly, and her eyes were full of hope. Looking at the sky.

Ning Xuechu was taken aback for a moment, and a suffocation filled her chest.

From those cold eyebrows, she clearly saw the expectation and attachment to love.

The sound of "someone I like" was like a thorn, piercing her heart a little.

"Is there any Omega that my sister likes?" Ning Xuechu asked carefully, holding back the sadness in her heart.

An Jianqing shook her head, the sadness in her eyes disappeared, and said with a smile, "Let's go, dinner should be ready soon."

After saying this, she turned and walked in the direction of the car.

In the white snow flying all over the sky, the thin and tall figure is like an unattainable dream, untouchable.

Ning Xuechu's eyes flashed, she brushed away the snowflakes that fell on her eyelashes, and strode after her.

When standing side by side, she slowed down and smiled happily, "Sister, if one day you meet an Omega you like, you must tell me, I will sincerely bless you both."

When An Jianqing heard the words, a trace of sadness flashed in her bright eyes, she was silent for a moment, then shook her head, "I won't like any Omega."

A low but affirmative voice came from the snowflakes flying all over the sky, seeming to hide endless helplessness.

Ning Xuechu frowned, and the discomfort in her heart became more intense.

She got in the car, glanced at the people beside her, and said softly, "Sister."

Hearing this serious call, An Jianqing tilted her head, and a figure that was getting closer was reflected in her clear eyes.

The atmosphere in the car became inexplicably ambiguous.

An Jianqing's heart skipped a beat, and she froze in place. She was about to stop the people around her from approaching, but someone spoke first.

"Sister, there are snowflakes on your head." Ning Xuechu raised her head, and there was a beautifully shaped snowflake on her plain fingertips.

She twirled her fingers lightly, and the white snow melted into water.

"Thank you, I didn't even notice." An Jianqing smiled softly, started the car, and her stiff body returned to normal.

Ning Xuechu lowered her head, looked at the drops of water slowly falling from her fingertips, a smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and said suddenly, "Sister, you smell so good, your pheromone smell should be liked by many Omegas."

Hearing this, An Jianqing couldn't help but tighten her fingers holding the steering wheel, smiled unnaturally, and didn't answer.

Doubt appeared in Ning Xuechu's eyes, she turned her head, a little nervousness appeared on her white and tender face, and she whispered, "Sister, I'm sorry, I said something I shouldn't have said."

"It's okay." An Jianqing slightly pursed her lips and looked ahead.

The doubt in Ning Xuechu's eyes was even heavier.

Alpha's pheromones are naturally attractive to Omega, especially for S-level Alphas like An Jianqing, pheromones are a kind of bragging rights.

Other Alphas will release pheromone intentionally or unintentionally in front of Omega to attract Omega.

But in front of her, An Jianqing never released a single pheromone.

Or maybe an S-level Alpha disdains an ordinary Omega like her.

Ning Xuechu's mood instantly became depressed.

If An Jianqing wanted to be interested in her, she had to create more opportunities.

Supper is ready, rich and delicious.

Ning Xuechu had no appetite, so she simply ate some and went back to her room to wash.

Sensing that she was in a bad mood, An Jianqing hesitated to speak, but finally did not speak to comfort her.

The snow outside the window is getting bigger and bigger, and the ground has been dyed white.

Ning Xuechu took a shower and stood on the balcony in her pajamas.

A gust of cold wind blew over, she couldn't help shivering, and goosebumps all over her body.

"Xuechu, don't stand on the balcony, be careful of catching a cold." A caring female voice came from the window next to her.

"Okay, sister." Ning Xuechu rubbed her hands, showed a cute smile, and ran back to the room obediently.

Sitting on the bed and thinking for a moment, her gaze fell out of the window again.

With this level of snow, you should be able to build a miniature snowman.

Ning Xuechu put on her sweater and cotton slippers, opened the door and went out.

The snow outside is still falling one after another, as if not getting tired.

Ning Xuechu squatted on the ground and breathed into her palms.

She grabbed a handful of snow, kneaded it into a ball in the palm of her hand, and then added snow to the outer layer little by little along the shape of the ball.

Repeat this action over and over until the snow ball in her hand is bigger than her fist.

Within 5 minutes, Ning Xuechu's palms were freezing cold, she couldn't help shaking her hands, and blew a few breaths of warm air into her palms, trying to drive away the biting cold feeling.

But it doesn't seem to have much effect.

Ning Xuechu gritted her teeth, her drooping eyes carried a determined look, and continued to pinch another dumpling.

The upper part of the snowman is smaller, and she pinches it a little faster.

Soon the two balls were pinched, and she piled the two balls together to make the prototype of the snowman.

"Xuechu, it's very cold outside, what are you doing squatting here?" A gentle voice came from the cold wind behind him.

Ning Xuechu was startled, and hurriedly hid the snowman in her arms, stood up and lowered her head nervously, not daring to meet her eyes.

An Jianqing glanced at the ground suspiciously, and found that the originally flat snow had become pitted.

She immediately understood, and said with a chuckle, "Xuechu, if you like snowmen, I'll ask Aunt Lian and the others to build one for you. It's so late, and you'll get sick easily when you come out wearing a thin sweater."

An Jianqing said as she put the coat in her hand on Ning Xuechu's shoulders, rolled up her sleeves and continued, "Don't be so playful next time."

Ning Xuechu suddenly felt a warm and pleasant fragrance sweeping her whole body. She blinked her eyes, raised her head boldly, took out the snowman in her arms, and said cautiously, "Sister, this is... I want to send Your...I haven't finished the snowman's nose and eyes yet, hope you like it."

A sentence was spoken intermittently, each word was spit out in the cold wind, but it was unusually warm.

An Jianqing was stunned in surprise, and looked seriously at the frozen red face.

After being stunned for a while, she smiled lightly, stretched out her hand to take it, her eyes glowed with joy, "Thank you, Xuechu, I like it very much. But next time, don't disregard your body like this. If you are sick, my sister will worried."

"I'm in good health, I won't get sick...Ah Choo..." Ning Xuechu became happy, as if she had received great affirmation, but she sneezed before finishing her sentence.

"Come into the house." An Jianqing said hurriedly, holding the snowman in one hand and Ning Xuechu's hand in the other.

Ning Xuechu suddenly felt a warm and soft feeling in the palm of her hand, her eyes froze, and she felt an urge to hold it tightly.

But in the end, she restrained herself and let the other party lead her.

The snow continued to fall, falling on the eaves, on the branches, and on their bodies.

Ning Xuechu looked at the person in front of her whose hair had been dyed white, and smiled happily, and said innocently, "Sister, we seem to have turned gray together."

An Jianqing heard the words, turned her head to meet a pair of dazzling eyes, she turned her head subconsciously, and said in a calm voice, "Such heavy snow, you can't sneak out by yourself, especially if you are still dressed like this thin."

"Understood, sister." Ning Xuechu smiled obediently, but her lowered eyes were filled with coldness.

All her temptations were avoided by An Jianqing.

But it doesn't matter, she has plenty of time and patience.

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