Five or six years ago, the alpha was arrogant and arrogant. He was so nervous that he started stammering because of this trivial matter. Even if Qin Muye made a public speech in the 13th Military Region, he would not be as out of control as he is now.

Rong Qiu's gaze swept the man's back. Qin Muye was not wearing a military uniform. The inside was a thick sweater, and the outside was wrapped with a long black down jacket that Rong Qiu was familiar with. It was long and dragged to Qin Muye's calf. Qin Muye's hands were tightly behind his back, but Rong Qiu didn't need to look carefully to know that the man's hands must have been frozen red.

As Qin Muye's S-level alpha, he didn't need to do this...

Even if Rong Qiu didn't want to think about it, he suppressed himself from thinking about it.

But he still couldn't help but think about it.

Qin Muye entered Rong Qiu's garden several times, but Rong Qiu didn't say anything.

Rong Qiu looked at the moon on the horizon, and the pile of snow around the two of them that was as high as the thigh bone. The moon was cold, and the snow was also cold.

"It's so late, you'd better go back quickly, you won't use it in the future."

"Qiuqiu..." Qin Muye couldn't understand what Rong Qiu meant, thinking that he was being driven away, or even allowed to approach.

However, a sneeze from Rong Qiu blocked his words.

Rong Qiu rubbed his itchy nose: "It's too cold, let's talk about it when it's warm at dawn, and go back to sleep now."

Qin Muye's smart brain was ups and downs for the first time.

Rong Qiu said that there was something to wait for the day to warm up. After he and Rong Qiu parted, they waited in the car for the night. Sitting in the car and waiting was very uncomfortable, mentally anxious, and physically tormented. After a few hours, Qin Muye's limbs stiffened. He was tall, with long arms and legs. Even if he deliberately put the seat at the end, it was still awkward.

The moon disappeared, the sun rose from the east, and the soft warm light spread over the white snow. The snow blocks removed by the snow plough were like square blocks of yellow milk jelly.

Rong Qiu went out to buy breakfast, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw such a familiar car parked next to his family yard.

Rong Qiu's steps stopped for a moment.

Rong Qiu didn't dare to talk to him rashly, he couldn't see who was in the car, but the license plate and model belonged to Qin Muye.

Why so early.

It's only six o'clock now, and Qin Muye's car is parked in front of his house.

After hesitation, the person in the car opened the door.

But it wasn't Qin Muye.

The man stepped out in the morning light, and his handsome face was covered with a silhouette of the rising sun, but the light still could not block the thick shadows under the man's eyes. He was so tired that when Qin Muye greeted Rong Qiu, his voice was low and slightly hoarse.

"Qiuqiu, early."

As soon as the words came out, Qin Muye himself realized that his voice was unbelievably low. Perhaps he had seen the wind for a long time last night and did not have warm tea to moisten his throat. Today, his voice was a bit choppy.

The man stopped talking immediately, his thin lips pursed tightly, and the lip line collapsed.

"morning."

Rong Qiu's hand was still in the pocket of the down jacket. The down jacket was wide and warm, wrapping him tightly, only revealing a small delicate head.

After he met Qin Muye last night, he suddenly lost the mood to continue working.

So get enough sleep.

Rong Qiu pulled out his hand and glanced at the watch on his wrist: "It's six o'clock, you don't have to rush to work?"

The man shook his head sullenly.

He couldn't explain his specific mood right now. He was very happy to see Rong Qiu, but he didn't know how to organize the words he wanted to say, so he could only bring up what happened last night again.

"I didn't come to steal flowers last night. Your flowers may not survive. I'll plant new seedlings for you."

Rong Qiu didn't expect Qin Muye to still remember this matter.

If Qin Muye didn't say it, Rong Qiu himself would have forgotten about it.

"Those flowers won't grow well if they don't survive, and they weren't sown according to the season. I know it in my heart."

Qin Muye shook his head.

Seeing him shaking his head, Rong Qiu raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean by shaking your head?"

"...You planted it, and hoped that it would bloom."

"But if they can't survive the winter and freeze to death, I can't help it. Not everything can be done as one wishes."

The man blinked extremely slowly: "Is Qiuqiu implying something else?"

"Is there?" Rong Qiu was stunned, and he quickly added, "You said yes."

After saying that, Rong Qiu looked away, not looking at the man in front of him.

He found that Qin Muye was always doing these seemingly trivial things recently. He didn't take the initiative to tell him, but he gently poked his heart out of sight. For example, the pen that he returned on Christmas Day, or Qin Muye's repeated visits to take care of his small flowerbed without his knowledge.

"Anyway, thank you." Rong Qiu sighed heavily, "Goodbye."

Rong Qiu turned around and left without stopping at all.

However, Qin Muye kept watching the back of Rong Qiu's departure, watching the thin figure drifting away, Qin Muye's dark leader was very deep and incomprehensible; he looked down at the hot and itchy palms of his hands. Chilblains, this strange-itching feeling was nothing compared to the discouragement when watching Rong Qiu leave.

But such a lowness slowly dissipated with the wind when he took a box of ointment with the scent of Chinese herbs.

Got it, but it doesn't work yet.

He first carefully wiped every corner of the red and swollen palm with a disinfectant tissue. The ointment was prepared according to the prescription given by Rong Qiu. don't know if it was a psychological effect. He felt that the swollen plaques and nodules on his hands were real. Hiddenly good.

Qin Muye opened his hand.

Still not as good-looking as before.

Will Qiuqiu despise him?

He thought what was the use of this... Qiuqiu didn't even want to say a few more words to him.