The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   Chapter 402 Professor Antique's Belated Rebellion Period 106

   After washing and turning off the lights, I quietly turned on a small desk lamp, sat quietly on the bed, and opened the first page of my sketchbook.

   His eyes narrowed.

  The second page, the third page...

   As the fragrant agarwood lingered in the page turning, it was like the warmth of that person by his side.

   She seemed to be able to see that in the dead of night, he was writing and leaving a stroke in front of the desk.

  Each sketch.

   It's all her!

   Until the end of the last painting, a few words were left.

  The handwriting is elegant and sharp, and the inadvertent brush strokes are very beautiful. The pen is like a dragon and snake, and it penetrates the back of the paper.

   - Thenightismoist, thegroundwet, airstill, treessilent, andtonightIloveyou.

   - Sincerely, Miss Ji.

   The nights are wet and the ground is wet.

  The air is silent, the woods are silent, I love you tonight.

   The first snow in winter this year came as scheduled.

   From the second half of the night to the next night, it never stopped.

  The white snow is fluttering, and the romance is like a poetry collection.

   They met on the first snow night as promised, in the auditorium of Beijing University, under the street lamps of the playground, amid the noise.

   Shi Jingnian came from the snow and walked towards her step by step.

   looks as good as ever.

   "Will you stay with me?" The man stopped in front of her, holding a white rose in his arms, which contrasted with the black coat. He was tall and slender, cold and noble, and he bent over for her and asked seriously.

  First Snow, Roses, Poems.

   All the rituals and romance were given to her.

  The girl's eyelashes fluttered wildly, the moon reflected in her pupils, she took the rose with a blushing face, nodded obediently, and said softly, "Okay."

   So far, the handkerchief embroidered with Clivia has been in the drawer for three years, and the portraits locked in the past have finally found their home.

   is a two-way run~

  ——"Will you be with me?"

--"it is good."

   There are no superfluous decorations and touching love words, no means are mixed at all, straight to pure love.

   She is so good that it hurts.

   "Walk together?" Shi Jing Young coughed and asked for her opinion.

   Ji Ning'an's brows were red and her ears were about to be buried in the scarf, she nodded.

   She was wearing a down jacket today, a knitted sweater inside and a big soft towel, and half of her face was about to sink into the wool.

   His cheeks were still white and tender with baby fat, revealing a pair of brown eyes looking at him without blinking.

   makes Shi Jingnian's heart soft and messy.

   They walked through the streets outside the campus on the campus of Beijing University. There was an imperceptible distance between them, and the atmosphere was indescribably subtle.

   Shi Jingnian held a white rose in the other hand, and the hand next to her was empty.

Ji Ning'an wanted to drink milk tea, so he went to the queue to buy a cup. She held the milk tea cup in her left hand, Xiao Huya bit the straw, her right hand was hanging by her side, her pinky was curled up nervously, she lowered her head and didn't speak, and wanted to bury her red face. Calm and calm in the soft first snow.

  The two just walked for several streets, aimlessly.

   He moved his fingertips quietly several times, as if he wanted to do something, but before he touched the girl's finger, he retracted it, his face was calm and mature, but there was a little crimson behind his ears.

   "Let's go over there again." Shi Jingnian rolled his Adam's apple, and his voice was hoarse and gentle.

   "Okay." Ji Ning'an stumbled, "Let's go, let's go."

   The passerby behind him: "..."

   Lao Tzu has been with you five **** streets, when are you going to hold that hand? !

   He looked at it and wanted to rush to it and use 502 glue to weld their hands to death.

   Both of them had their hands free, and the other hand was still holding something, and their minds were clear, but Wutiaojie was lonely!

  The two of them stood at the intersection of the street and waited for the traffic light. They waited until the time was up to cross the road. Snowflakes were falling melodiously. There were quite a few people on the street at this point, and they walked forward with the green light.

   In the hustle and bustle of the crowd, slender and distinct fingers slowly grabbed the girl's fingertips.

The temperature transmitted from    made Ji Ning'an a little stiff and looked up at him.

   "There are a lot of people, to prevent your girlfriend from getting lost."

   Shi Jingnian met her line of sight and explained a sentence, mixed with a low smile when she said the word "girlfriend" on her thin lips.

   "I'm not a child, how could I get lost." Ji Ningan muttered with dissatisfaction on the surface, and his heart was bubbling with nervousness.

   woo woo holding hands and fingertips! How to deal with nervousness

   My heart has been silenced countless times.

   Enough Ji Ning'an to complete the world tour alone.

  The countdown passed by one second at a time, the green light turned to red, and they walked on the opposite pedestrian street. There was white snow along the way, and they stepped on a footprint.

   Not many people anymore.

   But Shi Jingnian didn't let go of her hand, and Ji Ning'an didn't break free from his palm.

   My palms were so nervous that they were about to sweat, and my fingertips were shaking.

   They walked all the way so green and stiff, so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing.

   The posture of holding her fingertips slowly turned to interlocking fingers. The knuckles of the hand holding her showed hardness and delicacy, thin and sexy, with thin calluses on the finger pads, showing the unique sense of security of mature men.

   clasped her fingers one by one.

  The temperature starts to rise.

   Melt snowflakes at your fingertips.

  The atmosphere is restless.

   "Professor Shi."

"Um?"

   "What I'm trying to say is... you're off the hook."

The voice of    fell, and both of them laughed out loud.

   He gestured, raised his hand and pinched her cheek, looking vicious, but in fact it was useless: "Is it a joke?"

   "No, I'm kindly reminding you!" Ji Ning'an argued for herself, "Don't be ignorant of good people."

   "That's good." He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Thank you my girlfriend for reminding me."

   The girl's face turned red with a rub and burned to the roots of her ears.

   Then, unconsciously, walk with hands and feet.

   She screamed frantically, threw herself on the man's back, and complained angrily, "It's all your fault! You infected me!"

   "It's all my fault." Shi Jingnian coaxed her, "Give me a chance to atone for my sins."

   She hummed softly: "Look at your performance."

   The night is cool and the air is damp. The elf with a six-pointed star flutters under the dim yellow street lights. There is a 24-hour convenience store on the corner of the street, with lights on, and there is a red telephone booth in the distance.

  Snowflakes fell from the sky, the breath of the two turned into white mist, the wind entangled the corners of the clothes, and the fragrance of agarwood remained.

   Interlocked hands.

  Passerby A: Ah! Take it! Ahhh!

  Passerby B: As expected, Lao Tzu followed them eight streets! Lifetime series!

  Passerby C: Lao Tzu's CP is so awesome that he almost walked around the world in order to hold hands!

  Passerby: Thank you for your invitation, my leg is broken.

   One by one is even more excited than the master.

   As a result, the noise was too loud, attracting the stares of Shi Jingnian and Ji Ning'an.

   (end of this chapter)