"Brother Wujiang, what's wrong with you?"

A light and gentle voice sounded behind Zhao Wujiang.

Li Chanxi walked slowly.

She had been standing there for a while holding an oil-paper umbrella. Seeing that Zhao Wujiang was painting on the snow very seriously, she did not disturb him.

Now seeing that Zhao Wujiang was a little upset, he couldn't help but feel concerned.

Zhao Wujiang was initially kind to her Li family, but later rescued her from those bullies and gave her a family.

Her feelings for Zhao Wujiang ranged from her expectations when her brother Li Yuanzheng mentioned him at first, to her admiration when Zhao Wujiang became famous in Kyoto, to her admiration now.

I can’t say how much I like it, maybe a little bit, maybe a lot, mixed with gratitude and admiration.

Today, Li Chanxi wore a plum embroidered jacket, a light blue skirt, and a pink-purple cloak with silver trim, making her look beautiful and refined.

Her hairstyle was also changed with the help of Su Huayi. Her head was covered with green silk hair, combed into a dragon's beard and bangs, and two strands of broken hair hanging beside her ears were floating around her pretty face, making her look particularly pure and lovely.

She held an umbrella and slowly walked towards Zhao Wujiang, wanting to shield Zhao Wujiang from the heavy snow falling in the sky.

Her eyebrows were furrowed but not furrowed, with a hint of worry. She wanted to relieve her worries for the man in front of her.

Zhao Wujiang smiled gently and shook his head:

"I'm fine, I'm just thinking about something."

"Can you talk to me? Brother Wujiang." The girl raised her right hand, revealing her white wrist, to block the frost from the sky for Zhao Wujiang.

However, the girl's body was petite compared to Zhao Wujiang, and she could only stand slightly on tiptoes.

But she was petite but proud, and the full curve in front of her body was already attached to Zhao Wujiang's body, but she didn't seem to notice it, but her pretty face was slightly stained with a touch of red.

"Things on the battlefield." Zhao Wujiang took the umbrella handle thoughtfully and smiled lightly:

"Are you tired of staying in the yard? You can go shopping in Kyoto with Hanayi."

"No." The girl rolled up her black hair, lowered her eyebrows slightly and nodded, looking at her tight and straight clothes, she said softly:

"It's just... I haven't seen Brother Wujiang for several days... I miss him a bit."

"I miss you guys very much." Zhao Wujiang rubbed the girl's hair.

Unexpectedly, the girl suddenly pressed her petite figure close to Zhao Wujiang, wrapped her arms around Zhao Wujiang, and spoke in a soft and coquettish voice:

"Thank you, Brother Wujiang."

"Hey." Zhao Wujiang was hugged tightly by the girl, and he smiled gently:

"You are Brother Yuan Zheng's sister, and naturally you are also my sister. I should take care of you."

"Brother Wujiang, I mean...I...I only have you as my only relative..." The girl bit her silver teeth lightly, her eyebrows furrowed, and she suddenly felt tender and sad.

Zhao Wujiang hugged Li Chanxi with one hand, and the girl's delicate body was in his arms. He felt exceptionally graceful and graceful. However, Zhao Wujiang, who had a lot of experience in beauty, did not have the slightest intention, and only felt tenderness and pity.

"From now on, Huayi, Nanyuan, Sister Hua, and some other sisters in the future will all be your relatives. You will no longer be alone. We will be by your side."

When the girl heard the words, a warm feeling moved in her heart, and traces of disappointment arose again. Her silver teeth kept grinding her lips, her delicate hands grasped Zhao Wujiang's clothes tightly, and she hugged Zhao Wujiang closer and closer:

"Brother Wujiang, can I...can I...be your...woman?"

"I..." Zhao Wujiang didn't know how to answer.

Although Li Chanxi is a bit young, she is good-looking and has an excellent figure. She has the contradictory feeling of being petite and plump like a loli.

It is true that Zhao Wujiang likes beauties, but for Li Chanxi, now he is more of a pity and responsibility, and there is not much affection between men and women.

"I understand, brother Wujiang." Li Chanxi saw Zhao Wujiang's arms trembling, then gently let go, her eyes were reddish, and she said in a low voice:
Chapter completed!