Later, whenever Xia Zhiye recalled his seventeenth birthday, he would feel that he was not buried in the winter of that year because Song Yan really loved him.

After he heard Song Yan say the words "Let's die for love", his heart sank, and he felt that if there was no blood this time, it might be really difficult to coax him.

But then he saw Song Yansheng raised his hand reluctantly, tapped three times on the wooden display stand beside him, and then made three soft "Bah" soundless soulless: "Forget it, birthdays say this kind of thing. The words are not auspicious, I will take them back for the time being."

His voice was like a gossamer, and his eyes were dull and lifeless.

It seems that in the short moment just now, his soul has already died once, and now he is only living in the world with his last love for Xia Zhiye, maintaining his last kindness and reason.

Seeing him like this, Xia Zhiye felt even more self-blame and guilt. Just as he was about to coax, Xia Yu's voice sounded outside the door again: "Xia Zhiye! It's seven fifty! Come out and cut the cake!"

Accompanied by tuk tuk knocks on the door, it was very damaging to the atmosphere.

Xia Zhiye could only lightly rub Song Yan's hair: "Let's cut the cake first, and then I'll kneel down on the keyboard when we get back, okay? You can choose the green axis, red axis, tea axis, or durian."

"Go and cut your cake."

Song Yan slapped Xia Zhiye's hand with a slap, and said in a tired and weak voice, "But give me the scarf first."

Hearing this, Xia Zhiye's heart immediately tightened.

Could it be that Song Yan wanted to take back the gift he gave him and then break up with him?

He hurriedly held the scarf and said in a very serious tone, "No, what you gave me is mine, how can you take it back?"

Just a torn scarf, and a look of a baby who is afraid of being robbed, what a promise.

Song Yan said angrily, "Who cares about your broken scarf, I'll borrow it and return it to you when I'm done."

"What are you borrowing it for?"

Xia Zhiye still looked like a baby who was holding on to his scarf and refused to let go.

Song Yan finally couldn't hold back and shouted, "Because I feel shameless, okay?!"

With a very irritable and angry sentence, Xia Zhiye roared for a while, and then saw Song Yan's ears and cheeks that were completely red at some point, and only remembered how thin their Yan Yan's little cheeks were.

I couldn't help laughing softly: "It's not impossible to borrow it from you, but are you sure you'll just use it for a while and give it back to me later?"

"Nonsense!" Song Yan lost her patience, "Isn't one such ugly scarf enough?"

That's what it means to keep a couple's scarf.

As long as you don't break up, it's fine.

Xia Zhiye smiled with satisfaction.

He took a step closer, took off the scarf, and wrapped it around Song Yan: "Who said our scarves are broken and ugly, the scarf we Yanyan gave me is the most beautiful scarf in the world."

"Is your aesthetic... um."

"There is a problem." Before Song Yan could say the words, Song Yan saw the person in front of him lowered his head and lightly touched his lips.

Even though it wasn't the first time, Song Yan was taken aback by the soft and subtle touch.

When he realized that he had been sneak attacked again and was just about to scold him violently, the shameless person who kissed him grabbed the edge of the scarf and lifted it up, then bent his peach blossom eyes, looking at Song Yan, who was the only one left. A pair of eyes outside, with a charming and gentle smile: "It's so beautiful, my aesthetics are indeed the best in the world."

I don't know if I'm saying scarves look good, or people who wear scarves look good.

After all, Song Yanman's words that wanted to scold Xia Zhiye were suddenly scrambled into a bunch of gibberish, and then there was only a pounding deer's heartbeat and an absurd thought——

——Xia Zhiye, this big dog is really a vixen, and he can even use seduction.

When Song Yanzheng was so charmed by him that he jumped between the extremes of his emotions, the hurried knock on the door and Xia Yu's anxious voice pulled him in time: "Hurry up, Grandpa and Uncle Song are here. "

Song Yan's consciousness was instantly returned to the cage with a huge sense of shame.

Thinking that there was someone outside who could kill him on the spot, the deer who was rambling in Song Yan's heart directly hit him to death and turned into an evil spirit. He kicked Xia Zhiye away with one kick: "Get up, I'll settle the account with you later."

After he finished speaking, he opened the door of the lounge.

The grandfather who happened to bump into Xia Zhiye and Song Minghai came over.

Song Minghai noticed the ugly red scarf around Song Yan's nose at a glance, and frowned slightly: "What does it look like when you wear someone else's scarf, are you still polite? Take it off quickly."

Before Song Yan could speak, Xia Zhiye, who had just picked up the knife, put his arms around his shoulder from behind: "Uncle Song, don't be so fierce, I let Song Yan wear it. He suddenly coughs a little, I'm afraid of him If I catch a cold, let him block it. And this scarf was originally given to me by him, so it’s okay for him to wear it.”

The lazy and laughing voice and the warm and reliable arms seemed to support Song Yan.

Song Yan simply lifted his eyelids and looked at Song Minghai coldly, not giving him any good looks at all.

And Song Minghai didn't know where he had provoked the precious grandson of the Xia family. From the very beginning, he kept sneering, but he couldn't refute because of Xia's face, so he could only pretend to be a reasonable elder. He smiled and said, "So that's the case, it seems that I'm blaming Song Yan."

On the other end, Elder Xia also gave the two children face, deliberately giving Xia Zhiye an angry look: "Then you didn't say it sooner, Xiaoyan gave you a scarf and a dagger, and we didn't even prepare a return gift. , too rude."

"Isn't it?" Xia Zhiye obviously planned to take out Song Yan's anger, hugged Song Yan, looked at Xia Lao, and made an expression of extreme regret, "Actually, Xiaoyan prepared a gift before, almost I spent all his living expenses, and I like it very much, but it was accidentally broken by Uncle Song, which is a pity."

"Broken by you?"

Old Xia looked at Song Minghai with some surprise and some doubts.

The gazes of others around him were also filled with questions.

Song Minghai was a little confused at first, but when he met Song Yan's indifferent gaze, he realized that the little prince's watch was prepared by Song Yan for Xia Zhiye.

And Song Yan also said blankly: "Oh, I forgot to tell you, the watch you threw out of the car last time was for Xia Zhiye, I thought you thought Xia Zhiye was this People can't, so I don't agree with me getting too close to him."

Xia Lao looked at Song Minghai and his eyes became severe: "Is there still such a thing?"

Song Minghai gritted his teeth hard.

If he knew at that time that the watch was given to the precious grandson of the Xia family, why would he have made such a big trouble.

Now that it is stabbed out, the business may be yellow.

But in front of the public, You Qi couldn't say anything in front of Mr. Xia, so he could only smile: "I really blamed me at the time, I accidentally slipped my watch and dropped the watch off the car, but it was definitely not intentional. After all, he is as good as Xia Zhiye. My child, I can be friends with Xiaoyan, how can I disagree. I have already asked my assistant to buy the watch again, and it will be delivered to Xiaoye tomorrow. "

There's nothing wrong with it on the surface.

It can also cope with the past on the scene.

But Xia Lao has lived for so many years, how can he not see the tricks in it.

So he restrained his smile a little, and said slowly in a not amiable tone: "Minghai, you are good at everything, but you are too strict with children. The children are old and have their own. Children of this age are also the purest and most affectionate, so it is not suitable for us old fritters to point fingers at some things of the younger generation, which complicates these relationships, do you think this is the truth?"

The meaning of beating couldn't be more obvious.

Song Minghai was afraid that because of this matter, he would have the impression of being intolerant, kind, and eager for quick success. He smiled hurriedly and modestly: "That's the truth. Elder Xia is right. The younger generation must pay more attention to it in the future."

"It's alright if you can pay attention, alright, it's not a big deal, let's go, Ono, go cut the cake with grandpa, the other guests are still waiting." Elder Xia smiled and held a cane in one hand and greeted Xia Zhiye with the other.

The whole family always cut cakes together. Song Yan didn't have the face to follow him to the center of the crowd, so he quickly removed Xia Zhiye's hand on his shoulder.

Xia Zhiye originally wanted to bring Song Yan with him, but the pair of shy and angry eyes that were left with Song Yan were the only ones left with the words "If you dare to bring me to the public, I will kill you." As soon as you see it, just close: "Then you wait for me to eat cake together."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Xia Yu, and when Xia Yu gave him an OK gesture, he followed his grandfather to the ten-story cake tower in the middle of the banquet hall with less confidence.

Song Minghai wanted to win over the relationship, so he naturally followed with a smile.

Song Yan, who was finally able to calm down by herself, took a deep breath, turned her head and prepared to walk in the opposite direction of the crowd.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Xia Yu who was looking at him with a smile, and his toes curled up and pinched the ground: "That, rich lady... um... sister... um... Miss Xia."

Song Yan stumbled and changed several names, and finally changed to Miss Xia, who sounded like there was nothing wrong with her.

Even with his face covered, he could feel the unease from the pair of Danfeng eyes that instantly became larger.

Xia Yu had heard from Xia Zhiye that his little boyfriend was very cute, but he didn't expect it to be so cute, that kind of nasty taste that naturally likes to tease beautiful little boys suddenly came to his mind.

Showing an ambiguous smile with meaning: "Don't be so polite, since you and Ono have that kind of relationship, then you can just follow him and call me sister."

So... that kind of relationship?

In other words, Xia Yu knew what his relationship with Xia Zhiye was? !

Song Yan stood there dumbfounded for a moment, unable to say a word.

Thinking of seeing this little boy in the afternoon, the other party was still cold and arrogant, but now he was so amused by two sentences that even the back of his hands began to turn red, and Xia Yu was surprised by the contrast.

It seems that there are really such innocent little boys in the world, Xia Zhiye really found a treasure.

He couldn't help but take a step forward, and just wanted to bend his pair and Xia Zhiye to see that it was a peach blossom eye that was inherited from a family, when he found that the little boy in front of him took a step back nervously.

Then he quickly said in a calm tone that was forcibly suppressed when he heard it: "Sister, I'm feeling a little unwell, so let the driver take me back first. Help me and Xia Zhiye say thank you, good night and goodbye."

The whole process didn't stop at a punctuation mark. After speaking, he turned and ran. When Xia Yu reacted, there was only an empty corridor in front of him.

"...?"

Can't see the figure in less than two seconds?

Is the skin so thin?

Tsk, it seems that Xia Zhiye is suffering.

Xia Yu stepped on ten-centimeter high heels and returned to the banquet hall slowly and gloatingly.

But when Xia Zhiye finished his grandfather's words of thanks, cut the cake, and looked around with the cake with the richest ingredients that he carefully selected, he found that the cute little boy was missing in the audience. figure.

After finally seeing Xia Yu swaying slowly, she found that there was nothing around her, so she quickly stepped forward and asked, "Where's Song Yan?"

"Oh, he's not feeling well before leaving. Hmm..." Xia Yu picked up a cake and said frankly, "But it may not be entirely because of his discomfort."

Hearing this sentence, Xia Zhiye instantly understood,

He knew exactly what kind of character Xia Yu was. Even a shameless person like him was often amused by Xia Yu, let alone a person with such thin skin as Song Yan.

So what he thought at the time actually entrusted Song Yan to Xia Yu.

Xia Zhiye couldn't beat his sister, so he could only quickly put down the cake and threw down the sentence "Tell grandpa about the traffic jam today, Song Yan and I will go back first because we won't be able to check the bedtime" and hurriedly ran out.

Xia Yu hurriedly stopped him: "The banquet isn't over yet, what are you anxious about, and it's still snowing outside on Christmas Eve, you can't get a taxi if you go out now."

It's not your boyfriend who ran, of course you're not in a hurry.

But what Xia Yu said was right, he would definitely not be able to get a taxi when he went out now.

So he looked back at Xia Yu, ignoring the relationship between siblings, indifferent and ruthless: "If I lose my boyfriend today, you will lose a younger brother who can help you improve your grades."

"..."

After a brief silence, Xia Yu realized the seriousness of the matter and silently put down the cake, "As the best sister in the world, I should definitely drive you back."

However, matter is not transferred by human will.

Even Xia Yu's incomparably cool supercar could only be blocked in the crowded streets of Nanwu City on a snowy Christmas Eve.

It was a distance of more than ten kilometers, and it took more than two hours.

And when he finally moved to the vicinity of No. 3 Middle School, he was completely stopped by the bad traffic conditions caused by the terrain.

Xia Zhiye sent Song Yan all the way through WeChat, all of which went back and forth.

Pulled down and refreshed again and again, but never got even a single word of reply, and glanced at the time in the upper left corner, 22:43.

In less than 20 minutes, the dormitory door was locked.

When the dormitory is locked, he can't go back. He won't have time to coax Song Yan to talk about it. Song Yan will have to sleep in the dormitory alone with anger, and he will definitely have nightmares again.

Glancing at the heavy snow and the motionless traffic outside the car window, Xia Zhiye made up his mind and took off his seat belt: "Sister, you don't need to send it, I'll run back by myself."

"No." Xia Yu was shocked. "It's nearly two kilometers from here to your dormitory. It's still snowing outside. Are you crazy?"

"It's not crazy, the dormitory door is locked immediately, and it's definitely too late to drive." After saying that, he opened the car door, walked through the gap between the congested vehicles, stepped on the sidewalk, and ran quickly towards the direction of the dormitory.

There was only a hastily put on a coat outside the formal suit, the snow was blowing, and the cold wind was blowing.

Xia Yu glanced at her dear brother's back in the snow, and couldn't help but snorted.

Sure enough, in 2020, the plot of the runaway wife is still so exciting and timeless.

Nice young couple in love.

When Xia Zhiye appeared out of breath at the door of 616 at 22:59, he opened the door and saw a bulging group of ostriches wrapped in the quilt on the bed, and he was relieved.

But when he saw the small cake and key on the table, he couldn't help but sigh.

He locked the door, sat next to the quilt, and asked in a low voice, "You're still angry with me."

The quilt didn't move, as if he didn't intend to ignore him.

Because was so angry and embarrassed.

Song Yan had never been so humiliated in his life.

If he could, he would even wish that he would never see anyone for the rest of his life.

However, Xia Zhiye ran vigorously for nearly two kilometers in the heavy snow without doing any warm-up activities. The cold wind hurt his skin and throat, and his breath was uneven. Nasal and hoarse.

The more the person in the quilt bag listened to, the more wrong it became, the more wrong it became, the more embarrassed he felt, and the more worried he was at the same time. In the end, the balance of the inner struggle was still hopelessly tilted, so he secretly hooked the quilt to open a seam.

Then I saw Xia Zhiye's neatly tucked brown hair was in a mess at this moment, and the originally fair and healthy skin was abnormally red, and even faintly, some small holes that were chapped because of being too dry could be seen. .

The tip of his nose was also abnormally red, and there was a big mouthful of white air between his lips, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead that shouldn't be seen in this season, and there were still some snowdrops that were not completely melted on the neckline between his hair.

Song Yan frowned, "You came here?"

"Yeah." Xia Zhiye smiled casually, "The traffic jam is so bad, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back in time."

"If you can't come back, you can't come back. It's not like you don't have a place to live. Are you ill when you came back from such a heavy snow?" Song Yan finally couldn't hold back, she lifted the quilt and looked at Xia coldly and angrily. Branch wild.

Xia Zhiye found out that although this man had already taken a bath and changed into pajamas, his face was still covered with a scarf. This was how he didn't want to see anyone, so he couldn't help laughing: "I'm not afraid that you will live alone in the dormitory. Sulky, can't you sleep well?"

Hearing this sentence, Song Yan sullenly retracted the quilt, turned her back, and said nothing.

Xia Zhiye rubbed his head and said softly, "If you're angry, you can scold me and beat me and punish me for kneeling on the keyboard, but don't be cold. My dad said that cold war hurts the most, so you can't be cold. Why don't I find a keyboard now and kneel, and you scold me?"

"Who wants you to kneel, you think you'll be miserable..."

Song Yan turned around angrily. He wanted to scold him fiercely, but he met Xia Zhiye's embarrassed and gentle look, so it was as if he had hit a marshmallow with a punch. .

So I held my breath for a long time, and I could only say coldly, "Go and take a shower and change your clothes."

Avoid catching a cold.

He didn't say the last sentence, but Xia Zhiye also guessed it.

The voice was muffled in the thick scarf, and it sounded like a child making trouble.

Sure enough, their family Song Daxi is the most soft-hearted person in the world.

Xia Zhiye couldn't hold it back, stretched out his fingers and hooked off the scarf, revealing the little face that was covered in red by the scarf, lowered his head, and gave a light peck, and before Song Yan reacted and killed him, Picking up his pajamas, he hurried into the bathroom.

Song Yan, who was so angry that he was taken advantage of again on the bed, kicked the quilt fiercely.

No prospects!

Again, fell in love with Xia Zhiye, this dog thing!

So angry, when Xia Zhiye comes back from the bath, he must be killed!

But as soon as turned on the phone and saw that the current temperature was -3°C and the northeast wind level was 4-5, couldn't get angry again.

Fool, just because he said something when he was drunk, he wanted to sleep together afterward. He really took it seriously.

He couldn't sleep well for a day and wouldn't die, so what's the point of running back in such a cold day.

So this dog thing has always been a big liar who cheats money and sex, but it is so seductive that people can't bear to be beaten to death, and it's annoying.

Song Yan thought about it and kicked the quilt angrily.

One hit, not enough, one more hit, two hits, three hits, four hits, five hits, and the anger will never end.

So when Xia Zhiye came out of the shower, what he saw was that the new ruthless school bully of No. 3 Middle School was masking and beating innocent quilts, and he was killing him.

Thinking of the feeling of those punches and kicks falling on him, Xia Zhiye felt a pain all over his body.

But it is a blessing, not a curse, it is a curse that cannot be avoided.

It is his sin that he should bear.

So he walked over with a look of tenderness and affection that looked at death as if at home, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Song Yan, and held his hand: "Bao, be gentle later, it doesn't matter if you kill me, don't hurt your hand. ."

"Okay, then you kill yourself with a knife."

Song Yan raised her chin and pointed at the fruit knife on the table with a ruthless expression.

Xia Zhiye: "..."

It is not impossible.

Xia Zhiye's gaze towards Song Yan was still gentle and affectionate: "I can die, but before I die, I still have a last wish."

Song Yan was very kind: "You said."

"Four joys in life, the long drought meets the sweet rain, the old friends meet in a foreign land, the wedding room has a candle night, and the golden list is named. So far, I don't dare to hope for the other three, so I want to ask for a wedding room candle... Ow!"

Before Xia Zhiye could finish speaking, he was kicked out of bed, and then crawled back stubbornly: "Really, Brother Yan, you can also feel it, not ninety-eight, no eight-eight, only one hundred. Eight, bring home the ultimate experience, pure and beautiful male high school students online service, including you... s"

Xia Zhiye was kicked out of bed again.

This time Song Yan was really angry. He sat up, tore off the scarf, and smashed it on Xia Zhiye: "How dare you pretend to be a pure and beautiful male high school student to cheat me for money! Do you think you didn't die fast enough!"

Xia Zhiye originally thought that instead of being so stuffy, let Song Yan vent his anger at once, so he crawled back to bed stubbornly again.

"I didn't pretend, I'm really a pure and beautiful male high school student. Look at how pure and beautiful I am, and I didn't lie to you. At that time, I took the order from the rich lady because the idiot Shang Huai was short of money, and later I wanted to give it to you. You buy a washing machine, and later you know it's you, so I want to tell you from a different angle that I really like you, so I really didn't cheat you for money, at most I cheated your lust."

Song Yan slammed Xia Zhiye's waist again and kicked him down: "You're justified in cheating!"

"Didn't I like you too much?" Xia Zhiye crawled back for the third time, "Who made our young master Song so rich and kind-hearted and helpful, a person like me who has nothing but beauty and looks I can only entangle you shamelessly, otherwise where will the scarf and milk tea come from. So I can die in your hands, but I must not leave you, otherwise I will die in this winter because of hunger and cold. "

It's all this time, and it's still immortal.

Song Yan couldn't help it, and he kicked again: "Fuck you, don't pretend to be poor with Lao Tzu!"

This time, Xia Zhiye quickly grabbed Song Yan's ankle, held it in the palm of his hand and coaxed in a low voice, "I didn't pretend to be poor with you, but I'm really poor. If I leave the venue early today, my old man will be so angry that he won't give it to you for a few months. I have pocket money, so I would really starve to death if I didn't have my brother to support me."

Song Yan didn't want to pay attention to him at all, but just wanted to withdraw his foot in shame.

However, Xia Zhiye showed him his mobile phone: "Look, really, I didn't lie to you."

Sure enough, on the screen was a WeChat message from Mr. Xia: [You stinky brat left behind such a large group of guests and ran first! what are you thinking about? There are no more etiquette! Don't want New Year's money and pocket money! I also agreed with Xia Yu that I will not give you a penny! You are good to eat a little bitter you! ]

"..."

It turned out that Xia Zhiye really left so many guests for him and ran first.

Thinking of Xia Zhiye's embarrassed appearance just now, Song Yan softened again, pursed his lips, and relaxed the strength of his legs.

Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan with a look of self-blame, and sighed inwardly. Although he wanted to coax Song Yan, he didn't want to watch Song Yan reflect on himself when he encountered something.

This is too insecure.

So he loosened Song Yan's ankles, sat forward a little, rubbed his head, and coaxed in a low voice, "But I will be rich in the future. My dad left me a lot of money, and I am an adult. I can inherit it, plus I am so smart and excellent, I will definitely make a lot of money in the future, and I will give all the money to my boyfriend, so do you want to think about it?"

Song Yan raised her eyes to look at Xia Zhiye, and seemed to be wary: "What are you thinking about?"

"What can be considered?"

Xia Zhiye said, laughed, and pressed down the palm that was rubbing Song Yan's head, and the long forehead hair was flattened and drooped, blocking Song Yan's vision.

Song Yan impatiently slapped his hand open, and was about to start cursing, but paused slightly when he saw a bunch of keys suddenly appearing in front of him.

It was the key to the home that Xia Zhiye once gave him that belonged to the two of them, but he threw it on the table because he was angry, and planned to return it and never want it again.

At this moment, Xia Zhiye gently and solemnly sent it to him again: "Of course I'm considering whether to be my boyfriend for life and the head of my future family."

Song Yan's face was cold, and she didn't turn her head away.

Xia Zhiye patiently continued to coax in a low voice: "My dad is a raking ear, and he is very good to my mother, so I think I should be a good raking ear as well, as long as you want, I promise from From now on, things in principle will never lie to you again.

"As long as it's mine, I'll give it to you, and you'll always have the final say in our family. I'll love you all my life, and give you all the likes that you lacked in the past, and I won't lie to you. "

"I didn't actually think that you would take the initiative to ask me if I wanted to be together, so I was so happy at the time, I didn't have time to prepare anything, and I didn't have time to explain those misunderstandings. I always felt that I still owe you a very formal confession. So no matter how angry you are, it's right because I didn't do it well."

"But if I do what I say today, will our lovely classmate Song Yan forgive me and promise me?"

Xia Zhiye put the key into Song Yan's palm gently, "As long as you accept this key, you will be the head of the family in the future."

Even the cool metal on the skin would be scorching hot.

Song Yan slightly curled her fingers.

He never thought that Xia Zhiye would come out like this,

He originally thought that when he was so noisy, Xia Zhiye would have some temper, and felt that he was making a fuss.

Because he has never been qualified to be willful in front of anyone since he was a child, this is the first time, so he is still worried about whether he will lose his temper too much. Xia Zhiye is impatient, so he will not coax him.

In the end, Xia Zhiye not only did not get impatient, but also gave him something better.

As if he deserves to be coaxed like that.

Turning around, seeing Xia Zhiye's expression of seriousness and gentleness after all the laughter and indifference were taken away under the light, Song Yan suddenly felt sour in his heart.

No anger, no shame, no embarrassment of social death, just sour.

Like the grievances that have been accumulated for a long time, a child who has never dared to be willful finally finds someone who is willing to tolerate him.

But Song Yan felt that he couldn't show grievance, so he lowered his eyelashes and said in a light tone: "Actually, I'm not that angry, I just don't know what to do."

Xia Zhiye held his hand: "Why don't you know what to do?"

"What you gave me is what I have never had before. I thought that what I gave to you was what you needed, so as long as I give enough, then you are good to me, and I can feel at ease. But now I find that I give In fact, you don't need yours at all, so I don't know what to do, this problem is more troublesome."

He spoke coldly and calmly, with an extremely rational and restrained tone, as if he wanted to explain the issue in the most objective and calm manner.

However, when his voice said certain words, he couldn't help but tremble slightly, and even Xia Zhiye's heart trembled slightly.

He knew that Song Yan was really too insecure, so he would first reflect on himself every time he encountered something, and it was easy to soften his heart when others coaxed him, because he never believed that he was worthy of being liked from the beginning to the end.

Xia Zhiye said with a bit of hatred: "Are you a fool? I like you not because you gave me anything, but because you are worthy of my liking. So there is something I don't know what to do. I am angry, Just say that you are angry, scold me and beat me, smile more when you are happy, kiss and hug me more, it's that simple, understand?"

The tone of voice is so natural that this seems to be the most natural thing.

Song Yan looked into Xia Zhiye's eyes, full of sincerity and determination.

After a long silence, he lowered his eyelashes: "Well, I see."

Xia Zhiye finally calmed down, picked up his head, and asked softly, "That means you're not angry?"

"anger."

Song Yan showed no mercy.

Xia Zhiye: "..."

Why don't you play cards according to the routine.

Song Yan's face was cold, and she said confidently, "It's you who said that if I'm angry, I can say that I'm angry, but now I don't want to admit it?"

"……no."

Xia Zhiye felt that he was digging a hole to buy it for himself. As a raking ear, he asked consciously, "Then let's get angry, Mr. Yanyan, and I'll go and kneel next to me first?"

Get ready to get up when you're done.

However, Song Yan grabbed his arm and held him in place.

"Did I let you go? Come here."

Full of unreasonable tyrant temperament.

But Xia Zhiye saw Song Yan put away the key and sat in front of Song Yan, smiling like a demon concubine who brought disaster to the country: "So how are we going to punish me, Brother Yan?"

He was already ready to be kicked a few times by Song Yanduo.

However, the next second Song Yan said with a cold face: "You didn't say it, I'll kiss you when I'm happy."

Xia Zhiye: "?"

Before he could realize that something great had happened, Song Yan grabbed his collar, raised his body slightly, raised his chin, and brought his own to Xia Zhiye.

Song Yan's lips were much warmer than usual due to being covered by the scarf all the time.

Song Yan's body temperature has always been cooler, and Xia Zhiye's is warmer. This is the first time that Xia Zhiye has been so cold, and Song Yan's warmth is so enticing, like a little spark falling from the dry wood in winter. People can't help but continue to crave this warmth.

So when Song Yan, who just wanted to have a taste of it, was trying to leave, Xia Zhiye grabbed the back of his head and cut off his retreat.

Feeling the opponent's offensive, he tried to push back with his backhand, but he was directly leaned into the corner. It was unavoidable. He could only let the opponent go deeper, and bring that little spark to start a prairie everywhere, and he was completely defeated.

When he felt that something was wrong, Song Yan suppressed his embarrassment and tried to push Xia Zhiye away: "Get up, don't push your horse against me."

Xia Zhiye chuckled softly: "Okay, don't touch it."

As he said that, he raised his hand and turned off the switch on the bedside, and the room fell into darkness. Then he leaned down again and put his hand into the warmth of the cold winter night.

The smell of the citrusy body wash overwhelmed the cramped space of the single bed in the dormitory.

People are like a lonely boat. In the turbulent waves, they can only follow the direction of the turbulent waves, unable to swim, floating up and down, unable to control themselves, and fearful. They are worried about drowning in the sea at any time.

It wasn't until a long time later that it finally ran aground and fell limply.

But he was hugged by the waist, like a drowning person who was rescued, and he said in a low voice, "It's me."