all over the world

Chapter 290
The snowflakes are long, and at the flower wall, a beige wintersweet is proud of the frost, and the branch is poked into Jimoze's house.

The water swallow approached the window and closed it gently, shaking off a curtain of frost and snow, rustling on the branches of wintersweet, shattering the petals and snow color all over the ground.

Jimo Ze was injured more seriously than she thought.

The night was as dark as ink, and the lights were dimly yellow. It shone on his alluring and beautiful face in the past, making it a little paler, a color she had never seen on his face.

His hands were a little cold, not like his usual warm temperature, not like his usual strength to hold back, what was left was just as cold as the air.

Shui Yanqing held his hand in her palm, warmed his hand with her own temperature, rubbed it back and forth repeatedly, and breathed the hot air into Jimo Ze's palm, and soon, the hot air covered his palm. A layer of frosty mist.

She put Jimoze's hand on her cheek with distress, pressed it against her cheek, and couldn't help but a tear was about to fall.

He has always been strong, omnipresent, and caring for her, but at this moment, he is as fragile as a ray of wind outside the window, which is about to disperse after being gently swiped.

The cold wind was cold and the lights were dim. The scene of the moment he fell yesterday was replayed over and over again in front of Shui Yanqing's eyes.

She has also asked herself countless times, if she is allowed to choose again, will she still blame him for hurting Duanmu Yuhan, will she still fall for him, and just endure the impulse in her heart?
the answer is negative.

He was a blind spot in her heart, and no matter what happened, she would let this blind spot rage unscrupulously in her blood, until it devoured her sanity in the end.

It's a pity that he, who is unconscious, doesn't understand these things.

"Ji Moze, if you don't wake up, I will find the King of Hades and bring you back."

Shui Yan rolled down a drop of hot tears, and it fell on the back of Jimo Ze's hand, his fingertips trembled slightly.

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It was late at night, and Shuiyan was leaning over Jimoze's bedside, and finally couldn't resist the fatigue of the day, and fell asleep dusk.

A slender and lonely figure was reflected on the pale white window lattice outside the window. A distance away, he just stood quietly in the wind and snow and looked at her without saying a word.

The wind and snow pierced into Duanmu Yuhan's hair, neck, and hung on his eyelashes coldly, dyeing his whole body like a sculpture, terribly silent and dazzlingly beautiful.

He sneaked out while Yingge was going to change the soup and medicine, and went straight to Jimoze's residence, and sure enough, he saw her naked and sleeping next to his bed.

There was a hint of sadness between Duanmu Yuhan's brows, but more of it was full of distress.

The weather is so cold, her thin clothes should be cold, right?
Duanmu Yuhan sighed softly, and when he was about to enter the room to put on her coat, he saw a pair of slender hands gently put the coat beside his bed on Shui Yanqing's thin figure.

The figure of Duanmu Yuhan was slightly startled, as if he had been hit by something, he stood in place, unable to move his body.

He saw Jimo Ze strenuously propped up his body, dropped the clothes very gently and lightly, and stroked her hair lightly, his eyes were filled with tenderness like crushed snow.

Jimoze's gaze was soft and affectionate, and he concentrated all his energy on Shui Yanqing alone. He looked obviously injured, but he still insisted on supporting his body, and looked at her sleeping profile with a doting smile. At that moment, only the two of them were left in the world.

And he, Duanmu Yuhan, was alone outside the window, but he could only reflect his figure on the window, snuggle up and look into the distance from a distance of three feet.

At that moment, Duanmu Yuhan felt that the ice and snow were no longer so cold, but what was even colder was the warmest place in his heart, and it cooled down so quickly that he didn't even know his heartbeat Where is the temperature.

Chilled to the icy cold of solitary silence.

Jimo Ze might be afraid that Shui Yanqing would freeze, so he pushed his body to the ground and wanted to hug her to the bed to warm up for a while, but Shui Yanqing, who was not a deep sleeper, noticed her and woke up in a daze , and saw Jimoze smiling tenderly at her brightly under the dim moonlight.

Ecstasy quickly flashed across her eyes, followed by a tone of reproach, she pushed Jimo Ze into the bed, and muttered: "Ji Moze! Why did you get out of bed?! I don't know myself Is it a patient? Are you trying to kill yourself?!"

Jimoze smiled weakly, before she could tuck himself into the bed, he pulled her shoulders, took her into his arms, buried his head between her necks, and gently rubbed back and forth , said softly: "I thought you would never come to see me again. I thought...you were going to leave with him..."

"What are you talking about? Get to your bed! Otherwise... otherwise..."

Shuiyan blushed, felt that his warm lips were moving sensitively between her neck with a hint of coolness, making her unable to speak clearly, so she wanted to push him away.

Unexpectedly, he held her hand in the palm of his hand instead, and he moved even closer, wrapped his arms around her waist in a teasing tone next to her ear, and said with a soft smile, "Otherwise...you want to marry me?" Chasing after Hades and chasing me back?”

In the end, it was his deep wet kiss that fell behind her ear, lingering and lingering.

Shui Yanqing felt a wet itching behind her ears, her heart felt hot and hot, her cheeks were flushed with flushes.

His breathing was so close, so ambiguous, but his whole body was only wearing a shirt and was ironed on her body, he was extremely rascal.

Through the thin clothing, she gently placed her hand on his waist, and suddenly, there was a familiar warmth from her palm.

"You, you woke up because you heard this?"

Shui Yanqing hesitated for a moment, turned her head to the side, and asked a little embarrassedly.

"No. The moment I knew you were coming, I tried my best to wake up. Then, like this, hold you tight. I won't let you again, leave."

Jimoze smiled slightly, a sly look flashed in his eyes, and he fell backwards, and just rightly pushed the water swallow onto the bed, and began to smile triumphantly in a low voice.

"Ji Moze! You are courting death!"

Shuiyan turned over and wanted to leave, but Jimoze grabbed her hand and leaned over.

"Yan Qing, don't make trouble, I'm a little tired, let me rest for a while."

Jimoze lay on Shui Yanqing's body, rested his head on her chest weakly, pulled the quilt over, let go of the curtain, and said softly.

Outside the window, Duanmu Yuhan's figure stood as an immovable sculpture. The black figure stretched long, stretched until it was projected on the curtain.

Half life cool.

(End of this chapter)