She looked around and saw that the high snowdrift seemed to be unable to withstand the gently falling snowflakes and collapsed. She was startled and her eyes shifted to the white snowdrift.

The white snow stung her eyes, and she looked at the red door again. She was disappointed in her heart. She opened the door, and the old door made a "squeak" sound. The room was warm, and it was very different from the outside.

contrast.

Walking into the back door of the kitchen, she turned on the light switch next to the door as usual, and then closed the door. "Squeak." The door closed again and made another sound. She walked a few steps and suddenly returned, opened the door again a small gap, and took the door next to it.

The rolling pin is blocked.

"Leave a door open for Cheng Bao. This guy must teach him a lesson when he comes back!" Her voice was loud and her tone sounded very angry. She thought about how she would teach Cheng Bao a lesson in the future, and then she felt better.

A lot.

The Ye family is very big, and she walks gently in the passage that usually only servants use. The floor has traces of her and Cheng Bao walking together, but now she is alone.

In front of the door, Ye Nianmo looked at her intently. He suddenly frowned, strode to her side, pulled her frostbitten hand away, and growled angrily, "You're crazy!"

Ding Yiyi then looked down at her red, stiff hand. She tried to move it, but found that she was completely unconscious. Ye Nianmo pulled her into the room with a cold face.

The room was very warm, with the warm feeling of spring. He went to bring her a cup of hot water to hold, but Ding Yiyi could hardly hold the cup steady.

After a while, he was dissatisfied. Looking at her still red hands, he even felt that the water was no longer hot, so he stood up and replaced it with a cup of scalding water.

Ding Yiyi wrapped her hands around the cup, and the warm temperature slightly melted her frozen hands. Only then did she feel slight pain, and there were small cracks everywhere on her hands.

Suddenly the cup in his hand was pulled away, Ye Nianmo grabbed her hands and put them into his arms. Real warmth swept over him. Her cold hands were pressed against his unbelievably warm skin, as if he was hungry.

The thirsty man found water and food.

Neither of them spoke, and the clock on the wall kept ticking quietly, "What happened?"

Ye Nianmo moved her hand to another place, feeling that her fingers were no longer as cold as before, and was much satisfied.

Ding Yiyi just glanced at him when he asked. She was still thinking that he would rather believe that she pushed Aoxue down and punished Chengbao. Her unwillingness was even worse. She shook her head and said, "Nothing happened."

Ye Nianmo looked at her and actually didn't force him, "Tell me when you have decided what to say."

She raised her head and quickly scanned his face, moved her lips twice, but finally said nothing.

In the early morning, she looked at Ye Nianmo who was still sleeping next to her in surprise. Her hand was still tightly held in his arms. Did he leave it to comfort her?

This thought was expelled by herself. She moved, and the other person immediately frowned and struggled to wake up. She looked at the blue under his eyes, and the idea of ​​getting up was given up.

At 6 o'clock, Ye Nianmo woke up on time, with a sense of trepidation in his eyes. In Ding Yiyi's eyes, without his sharp eyesight, he actually overlapped with the young boy who met him before. Although he was arrogant, his eyes were clear.

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"What are you thinking about?" Ye Nianmo found a comfortable posture, looked at her gentle, enjoying a rare tenderness.
Chapter completed!