The snow stopped, and the day after tomorrow, it was cold and cold, but the two of them were boiling. He held her against the crown of a tree and was dressed up in snow, which was very enchanting. Occasionally, with his fierce movement, a few handfuls of snow added a little beauty to this romantic picture.
It was a long time before Fu Yunyi let her go and gasped and murmured in her ear, "Continue later." Is the warmth suddenly too late? That’s divine and capable? Fu Yunyi saw that she was silent and bit her ear. "What? Warm son don’t want to? Still reluctant to be sacred? Or … are…