On a cold winter night, the cliffs are steep.

Fireworks burst into lush woods, like sparks, which can start a prairie fire.

Song Zhao's heartbeat was unprecedented, even overshadowing the sound of fireworks and firecrackers.

She pursed her lips and asked in an unknown tone, "I doubt if my fourth brother has pursued many girls."

Otherwise, why would you chase me so much?

She seemed a little...distracted.

"I've only chased you."

Si Yu laughed calmly and casually.

A pair of peach blossom eyes look brighter under the fireworks, with deep eye sockets, domineering and hot, and heart-warming tenderness.

Song Zhao's eyes were raised and his face was bright and beautiful, "Brother, you know how to do it."

"Where is this?"

The man's tone was weak, with a little casualness.

His eyes drooped straight, his laughter was low and hoarse, and his ears were itchy.

"I have more knowledgeable brothers when I'm with me."

“…”

Let's trick her again.

Song Zhao said he was not fooled.

Si Yu smiled muffled, took out a cloak from somewhere and wrapped her and him in a space.

The cold wind whistles on the top of the mountain.

The cloak isolated the coldness and expanded her warm support.

She moved her eyelashes lightly and whispered, "You've committed a foul..."

This man said that he was pursuing, but he always wanted to touch her.

Si Yu lowered his eyes.

He held her hands and put them in his arms, "Brother, I can't bear to freeze you."

Of course, he was a little scheming too.

I wanted to make Song Zhao get used to his closeness through some simple physical touch.

This is called pursuit of strategy.

Fireworks are constantly stopping.

Song Zhao's hands were stained with warmth by the body temperature of the powerful ministers, and they warmed up all the way to their hearts.

He seemed to think it was not enough, so he picked up her hand and vented gently.

The man lowered his eyebrows slightly, his nose bridge was straight and beautiful, and his expression was serious and focused.

The wind blew away his cross collar, loosening his neckline, and the cold white neckline entered his firm and sexy chest.

Song Zhao's heart seemed to have been thrown into a stone, causing a rippling ripples.

She suddenly pulled out her hand and looked over by a strange thing, trying to close it for him.

Si Yu lowered his eyes and looked at each other.

His thin eyelids were lifted up, and his raised eyes were hooked, "Want to touch?"

Song Zhao, “…”

*

When Si Yu sent Song Zhao back to Song Mansion, it was already Yin.

Si Yu stopped at the door and pulled Song Zhao, who was still wrapped in his cloak, and whispered, "I'll take a break tomorrow and pick you up for dinner."

Song Zhao nodded lightly.

He patted her little head, leaned over and kissed her eyebrows, and kept polite and gentle, "Good night."

"I'm back, good night." Song Zhao covered his little face and ran away in a small step.

The night is quiet and the lights are gentle.

The branches protruding from the corners of the wall are covered with bright roses.

The flowers scattered, chasing the girl's skirt that was swept by quickly, leaving a rich fragrance on the path.

Looking at the little girl's slightly panicked back, Si Yu raised his hand and gently rubbed his lips with his fingertips.

This is love ~

*

After washing up, Song Zhao got into bed.

After a few hours of busyness, she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

In my sleep, I was still vaguely on the hill of brilliant fireworks.

She looked up at the stars in the sky given to her by the powerful ministers.

The man was so bad that he hooked her into her palm several times.

Song Zhao's lips curled up secretly.

*

The next day, Song Zhao slept until the sun was over three o'clock before getting up.

When she opened her eyes, she still felt like a dream.

Bell came in from outside to wait for her to wash.

She and Song Zhao moved to the yard on Song Chen'ai's side last night.

When she entered the house, she saw Song Zhao sitting by the window with her eyes still curved.
Chapter completed!