Lu Huai’an, who is ambitious and commanding in the business world, is completing the other half of the snowman.
His expression is calm, his movents fluid and natural, as if he has done this many tis before.
There is not a hint of incongruity.
The servant brought over Lin Chu’s childhood scarf and hat, found a carrot in the kitchen, and the dried tree branches were picked up from the roadside outside.
The ford snowman is looking at Lin Chu, also smiling.
Lu Huai’an stands in the snow, looking at Lin Chu, with snow falling on his shoulders and in his short black hair, and Lin Chu’s reflection is mirrored in his deep eyes.
Later, Lin Chu thought, if she had a superpower to stop ti, she would use it on this snowy night.
The two people she loves most are here.
Her heart has not yet beco barren and old.
Everything still maintains its beautiful appearance.
But superpowers exist only in fairy tales, and every minute and second she is experiencing now cannot be held onto.
As ti passes, when she looks back, perhaps everything will be different.
...
"Getting old, my body can’t keep up. I’ll head back to my room to rest. You young people can play for a bit longer."
Lin Zongjun’s voice was hoarse and muddled, and after waving his hand, he took slow steps back inside the house.
He was smiling, each step he took was very slow.
The servants gathered in the yard also went inside, leaving the space for the young couple.
The sound of firecrackers was still in the air, so far, so near. Lin Chu stood still, her gaze shifting to the chubby snowman.
Making a disdainful expression, "I’ve never seen such an ugly snowman, Lu Huai’an, your skills are lacking."
The scene of a cold and abstinent CEO building a snowman was hard to imagine.
She should have captured it with a cara, but she had nothing with her, not even a phone.
It was really a mistake.
Lu Huai’an took long strides, the snow around was rolled into snowballs, leaving only a thin layer of freshly accumulated snow, so his footprints weren’t very clear.
As expected, the girl’s hands were both icy cold.
He pulled her coat around her tightly, enveloping her completely.
He lowered his head, their foreheads touching, and in a low, slow voice said, "For now, just bear with it. I should improve by next year."
A warm kiss drew closer, and Lin Chu stared blankly at the man’s handso features.
Her cold lips were kissed by him, his agile tongue carefully tracing the contours of her lips, gentle without any sense of imposition or dominance, considering perhaps her recent fear of intimacy.
Her breath was stolen, her body went weak.
If not for the large hand at her lower back, she would have slipped to the ground.
Leaning against the man’s chest, Lin Chu panted slightly, a faint blush on her cheeks, beautifully captivating.
"Are you being good to ?"
Is this compensation or sothing else?
Hearing her soft voice, Lu Huai’an frowned, his deep voice tinged with danger, "Was I not good to you before?"
Lin Chu nodded, "Not very much, you often made sad."
She wasn’t speaking out of turn; she had thought it over carefully.
She couldn’t tell if it was fading mory or if Lu Huai’an truly hadn’t been obviously good to her; she couldn’t find mories of him treating her well.
Upon hearing this, Lu Huai’an’s frown deepened.
With fingers defined by prominent knuckles, he pinched the girl’s chin, forcing her gaze not to evade, and said slowly, "I won the ga, and I don’t need you to serve without question. From now on, just make sure every word you say is a bit more pleasant."
Forced to raise her head, Lin Chu unexpectedly fell into the depths of the man’s eyes.
Her entire being leaned against his embrace, clearly feeling the warmth that belonged to him.
Even after building a snowman and standing in the snow for over ten minutes, his hands were still warm. The force on her jaw wasn’t heavy, gently rubbing, as if telling her not to behave or he would crush her jawbone.
Of course, that was just her exaggerated guess.
Her delicate features crinkled into a frown, "The one who’s upset is , so shouldn’t it be you who comforts ?"
Being taken to the hospital for a checkup on New Year’s Eve, even the most patient person couldn’t endure it.
Besides, her temper was not good at all.
The dominant aura surrounding Lu Huai’an slowly faded, his deep black eyes looked unfathomable as he lowered his head to bite the tip of her nose. Hearing her small cry of pain, he relaxed sowhat.
He wrapped his arm around her and walked towards the living room, "It’s cold outside, let’s go in and I’ll comfort you there."
...
In the pink girl’s bedroom.
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