"Happy birthday." Ranbai's eyebrows and eyes were picturesque. She looked at the frozen river surface, turned her eyes to Chu Huai, and spoke to her, looking clean, as if she had restrained all the darkness, "A Huai."

Chu Huai blinked his long eyelashes gently, and he turned around, stretched out his fair and slender hands, and asked with confidence: "Where is the gift?"

"Of course there is." Ranbai bent his lips slightly.

"What? It's best to satisfy me." Chu Huai snorted softly, as if he was joking, but Ran Bai said it seriously and seriously: "In front of you."

Chu Huai was stunned for a moment, looked at the person in front of him and didn't react, but it seemed that he had a vague prediction in his heart.

The person in front of him was wearing a snowy dress and a white cloak. The cold wind blew by, and his clothes were fluttering, like a banished immortal, with the icy and snowy atmosphere very stunning.

"I." At this moment, the person who was always cold and cold eyes softened, his cold and slender fingers pointed at him, and his dark pupils focused on reflecting Chu Huai's figure.

The atmosphere seemed to quiet in an instant, with the sound of the wind remaining in his ears and the gentle voice of the young master in the snow.

"What kind of gift are you..." Chu Huai was slightly stunned, and he murmured.

Ranbai narrowed his eyes and approached step by step. The gentle voice inexplicably lingered with danger, "Isn't it good to give me to Ah Huai?"

"I've given you so long, can't it work?"

"Dare you not to?"

Snow is covered with snow, and snow falls and flies.

A very light word fell down, and he said, "You want it."

The white body stopped, and the young emperor leaned over and kissed him. His voice was low and there was a slight silence in his voice. A gentle affection lingered from his lips and teeth, "I have to do it all the time."

Ranbai stopped and immediately responded.

…

"Where are you going?" Ranbai looked at the young emperor pulling her and asked thoughtfully.

"Don't you feel that this special day requires a sense of ritual?" Chu Huai looked sideways and asked seriously.

Ranbai: "...you can do whatever you want."

Then Ranbai watched Chu Huai turn two jars of good wine out of the imperial kitchen. In fact, Ranbai couldn't quite understand why Mingming's things that Chu Huai could take out with a command... made it out.

really,

Life requires a special sense of ritual.

"Tsk. This is a rare good wine, it's a bargain." The boy said this and stuffed the wine jar into Ranbai's arms.

Ranbai frowned slightly, looked lightly at the wine that was forced to compete, and then slowly said: "...I can't."

Although her alcohol tolerance is not very bad, she is not much better. After so much alcohol, she may be so drunk that she doesn't know the southeast, southwest and northwest.

"How can you not drink?" Chu Huai glanced at her. Ranbai felt that the subtext meant that if it was a man, it would be impossible.

But she wanted to say that she was really not a man.

Although this matter is a bit complicated and the identity cannot be explained clearly, Ran Bai really didn't expect how to tell Chu Huai that although she didn't mind always wearing men's clothes, she couldn't always be like this when she was with Chu Huai.

The young man in snow lowered his eyes and thought absent-mindedly, finding a suitable opportunity to turn Chu Huai back.

Um……

"What are you thinking?" The young emperor suddenly approached, and his beautiful eyebrows and eyes were magnified wirelessly in the eyes, bringing a thrilling sense of stunningness.

"I miss you a good look." Ranbai said without moving. What she said was true. This person's face was indeed not comparable to that of others.

"Superficial." Chu Huai's tongue touched his upper palate and said a sentence expressionlessly.

The lip corners were bent, and there was no refutation.
Chapter completed!