After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

Memories suddenly pulled forward, and the dusty and bloody past caused Mo Ping's hands holding the reins to tremble.

After taking a deep breath of cold air and being silent for a long time, Mo Ping said in a deep voice: "Next."

"Is it big?"

"Same as today."

Mo Ping lied. That was the biggest snow Mo Ping had ever seen since he was a child.

The snow fell for seven days and seven nights, burying the blood of the entire imperial city and crushing the homes of countless people.

"That's good. He is in better shape than me. The snowstorm shouldn't hurt him."

The carriage stopped at the side door. Hearing the sound of horse hooves, Xie Nanxing hurriedly got out of the carriage and looked up at the man coming towards him.

Under the city of Luoan, white horses with silver saddles and iron hooves splash flying flowers.

The man on the horse is just an adult this year, blending into this snowy scene that best shows the youthful spirit, but he has nothing to do with youthful spirit.

Today, the Han Zhou that Xie Nanxing saw was a ball of blazing fire, while the Shen Jinmo who was coming towards him turned into a ball of thick black.

Shen Jinmo looked at Xie Nanxing standing in the snow from a distance, and his eyes were instantly filled with dissatisfaction.

As the distance shortened and he could see the faint red marks on Xie Nanxing's face, all his dissatisfaction turned into heartache.

The sickly boy was disobedient and didn't take good care of himself.

He deserves a beating and a long lesson.

He jumped off the horse and kept three steps away from Xie Nanxing, frowning and urging: "Xie Nanxing, get off and go home quickly."

He opened his arms towards Shen Jinmo, his clear eyes filled with a relaxed and sweet smile after the shackles were removed.

Shen Jinmo was not blind, he knew that Xie Nanxing was waiting for him to hug her.

But can Xie Nanxing really accept his touch now?

Countless days and nights of obsession broke Shen Jinmo's rationality. Full of hope, Shen Jinmo took a step towards Xie Nanxing.

The distance was a few inches shorter, and Shen Jinmo saw Xie Nanxing's slightly fluttering eyelashes.

His sanity returned, his hopes were dashed, and Shen Jinmo began to retreat.

Xie Nanxing looked at Shen Jinmo's disappointing appearance and secretly found it funny.

It was such a strong wind and his eyelashes weren't made of iron. Would they be scared by the slight shaking of their eyelashes?

Even with such a cowardly look, I still dared to secretly hook up with him before.

Putting the heater in Yang Huai's hand, Xie Nanxing stared into Shen Jinmo's eyes and took the initiative to attack: "Shen Jinmo, are you really not going to carry me out of the carriage?"

He scolded her softly, revealing a bit of bitterness from dashed expectations: "Xie Nanxing, stop messing around."

Ignoring Shen Jinmo's deliberately stern face, Xie Nanxing moved slightly in the carriage to loosen his frozen legs.

The smile on his lips was brilliant, the love in his eyes was burning, and Xie Nanxing broke through the wind blade and jumped straight towards Shen Jinmo.

Seeing Xie Nanxing's desperate look, Shen Jinmo jumped up on the spot and held Xie Nanxing firmly in his arms.

The arms that had been empty for months were filled with the fragrance of medicine at this moment, and the heart that had been disappointed was also filled with warmth at this moment.

With her arms around Shen Jinmo's neck and her legs wrapped around his waist, Xie Nanxing whispered softly into his ear: "Shen Jinmo, I've been waiting for you to take me home."

And Xie Nanxing is also trying hard to find his way home.

Neither of them gave up, so they were able to hug each other and go home.

"Ah."

Shen Jinmo replied calmly, without a trace of panic, and no trace of joy appeared at the corners of his smooth lips.

It's the look of it standing upright in the wind and snow, looking a little dull, a little wooden, and a little stupid.

Shen Jinmo didn't even know how to treat this lost and recovered treasure in his arms.

"Shen Jinmo, do you want to freeze me to death and then raise another sickly child?"

"No nonsense."

The restraint on his steps loosened, and Xie Nanxing in his arms felt soft all over, and the slightly bitter scent of the medicine turned into a refreshing sweetness.

Shen Jinmo's heart was also soaked in Xie Nanxing's tenderness, and that tenderness was turned into honey in Shen Jinmo's heart.

Shen Jinmo smiled.

Laugh easily.

Smile very contentedly.

The heaven still has pity on him.

"Shen Jinmo, why are your hands shaking?" he asked even though he knew the answer.

Without waiting for Shen Jinmo to explain, Xie Nanxing lowered his head again and insisted on leaning against Shen Jinmo's chest to listen to his heartbeat: "Your heartbeat is so fast."

The elongated tail tone was soft and passed into Shen Jinmo's ears. The posture of holding someone in this way made all of Shen Jinmo's little secrets visible.

His whole body was burning hot, but the warning uttered from his mouth remained hard and cold.

"speak nicely."

"Sir Shen, please don't be so mean to me..." The soft and furry head rubbed against Shen Jinmo's neck, but Xie Nanxing refused to allow Shen Jinmo to remain calm.

"When you're mean to me, I'll be so scared that I'll tremble."

But what was shaking was clearly Shen Jinmo's hand that was locked around Xie Nanxing's waist.

"Okay, it's my fault. I won't be mean to you." He let out a long sigh of relief, hugged the person in his arms tighter, and strode towards Xiangzhu Courtyard.

But anyone looking at Shen Jinmo's back could see his joy at recovering what he had lost.

Xia Xin, who was sitting in the carriage and watching this romantic scene quietly, suddenly lost the strength of her hand holding the window coffin and broke off a piece of wood.

Luyan watched the piece of wood turn into powder in Xia Xin's hands, and then watched the powder be blown away by the cold wind and disappear without a trace.

Green Smoke's heart became as erratic as the powder.

Facing Xia Xin, Xie Nanxing had no chance to stay.

But Lu Yan couldn't bear to see Shen Jinmo alone. Even if Shen Jinmo couldn't become a good person, Lu Yan hoped that her master would have someone to accompany him.

"The young master is indeed very good-looking. He may be a little curious now. He is just a child, so don't take it seriously."

"Heh." He closed his eyes and chuckled.

Xia Xin is not blind, and her love for Shen Jun has lasted for decades. How could she not see the affection between them?

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The night is lonely and unbearable.

Xie Nanxing tossed and turned in bed wrapped in a quilt. The bed that had given him plenty of sleep in the past was uncomfortable tonight.

Sitting up from the bed and looking in the direction of the warm room, he immediately understood the reason for his insomnia.

After all, he hadn't done his bedtime routine tonight.

"But I'm fine now. Wouldn't it be bad to continue like this?"

Xie Nanxing asked himself and answered: "What's wrong with this? He is mine, so I can't touch him, right?"

Xie Nanxing continued, "Besides, he would have fallen asleep by this time in the past, and he wouldn't have noticed even if I touched him a few times."

With just three sentences, Xie Nanxing convinced himself.

He got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom with a swagger, but when he entered the warm room, he became timid again.

But amidst this timidity, there is a different kind of excitement.

Not to mention, being a playboy who steals beauties and jades is quite thrilling.

Sitting on tiptoe in front of the couch, Xie Nanxing skillfully untied the belt of Shen Jinmo's underwear, and his slightly cold hands went into Shen Jinmo's chest.

Comfortable moans escaped from Xie Nanxing's nostrils. Soon, Xie Nanxing's palms became moist due to the unfamiliar throbbing.

The small hand on Shen Jinmo's chest grew from one to two, and those insatiable hands began to spread from his chest to all sides, forcing Shen Jinmo to not be able to pretend for a moment.