[Thunderbolt] Who made the floating life drunk

Wang Chenyuan felt that not drinking would be a disappointment to Leng Yixin's good intentions, but he still drank it, but after drinking it, there was a faint bitterness lingering on the tip of his tongue.Wang Chenyuan was stunned, he really didn't expect that he could drink the taste, but the tea is often determined according to the mood of the tea maker, is she in a bad mood now?Thinking of the fact that Wang Chenyuan obviously forgot that he could taste the taste, he frowned.

"What's the matter, girl?"

"It's nothing, Huizuo has time to go out with Yixin." Leng Yixin said.

Wang Chenyuan knew that Leng Yixin's skills were ineffective at this time, so he was worried about letting her go out, let alone seeing that she was not in a good mood, so he went out with her.

It was the first blooming of peach blossoms in spring, but the snow fell not long ago, and the pale pink peach blossoms revealed little bits of pink under the white snow.

"What kind of scenery is peach blossom pressed by snow?" Leng Yixin looked at Wangchenyuan.

Wang Chenyuan shook his head, he hadn't seen it for a long time, he had long forgotten what a peach blossom looks like.

"Then Hui Zuo, feel it." Leng Yixin pulled Wang Chenyuan's hand and touched a peach branch.

Baixue is originally a cold thing, Wangchenyuan felt it instantly when he touched it, but the temperature from holding his hand made him not stop, thinking that it was a woman holding him, Wangchenyuan was rarely stained with a blush.

"Huizuo shy?" Leng Yixin's slightly smiling voice reached his ears.

"...Girl" Wang Chenyuan pulled out his hand, a little annoyed.

"What?" Because Wang Chenyuan couldn't see it, Leng Yixin didn't hide the smile on his lips.She is not a frivolous person, and naturally maintains her aloof image on weekdays, but today it is rare to let go.

"..." I don't know how to answer, Wang Chenyuan can only remain silent.

While Wang Chenyuan was thinking, Leng Yixin held up the peach blossoms and threw them into the sky, the petals fell from the sky one after another, covering the two of them.

Relying on the fate of forgetting to see, Leng Yixin rolled up the white gauze in his hand and danced, the lotus steps moved lightly, the white sand drove the peach branches and some peach blossoms flew down, and of course there was a lot of snow.

Not long after, Leng Yixin's body and feet were already covered with petals, perhaps because the moon had fallen a lot on his body, Leng Yixin's clothes were a little wet again.

Wang Chenyuan grabbed the white gauze, and at this moment his clothes were also wet by the petal snow.

"Huh?" Leng Yixin looked back at Wangchenyuan, and decided to ignore Wangchenyuan's appearance.

"Miss Mo Yan's playfulness hurt her body." After saying that, she followed the white gauze to Leng Yixin's side and used her internal strength to dry her. .

"Oh." Seeing Leng Yixin dancing but saying it was for fun, Wangchenyuan must be the first one. "go back?"

"Girl, are you feeling better?"

"You don't have to be polite to call me Yixin. I also want to thank Huizuo for taking care of me in this short period of time." Leng Yixin responded.

"One heart? A monk should abide by the precepts."

"Huizuo is really cute, if someone molested Huizuo in the future, how about Huizuo? If Yixin is lucky enough to see him, he will definitely help." Leng Yixin joked.

"...Aunt...what are you planning to help with all your heart?"

"Well... you guessed it."

After playing enough, Leng Yixin goes back with Wangchenyuan, but fortunately Wangchenyuan is innate no matter what, so he doesn't let Leng Yixin freeze.

"What is Yixin thinking again?" Wang Chenyuan sensed something was wrong.

"One mind is only thinking about the blood puppet master."

"The blood puppet master is insidious, you'd better not get in touch with him." Wang Chenyuan thought for a while and responded.

"I think so too. It's just that he plotted against my elder brother and schemed against my daughter. Should I meet him?"

"Your daughter?" I don't know why I feel a sense of loss.

"Ah, Hui Zuo, do you think it's my own life?"

"...I can't guess everything."

"Oh." Leng Yixin replied.

"How do you want to deal with the blood puppet master, I will help you."

"what"

The author has something to say: This is the first time I write a romance, so I cover my face.

Because Yinzi really came out late, let me just find someone to practice. [Dare you say you don't think Huizuo looks good! ? ]

Yinzi: Cansha, come here.

Remnant Sand: ...the plot requires