When they met again, the boss' eyes turned red, kissed her and said sweet words to her

The man was wearing black goggles, a black mask, and a black jacket. Ye Qingrou couldn't see where he was injured. She half-knelt in front of him and asked, "Shall I help you to the infirmary?"

"Need not."

The man's voice was hoarse, and the F language he spoke was very authentic, like a local, with a gentle and playful tone: "I was just scaring you."

Then he stood up and asked, "Are you hurt?"

Ye Qingrou was stunned and felt inexplicably strange in her heart.

"You don't seem to know how to ski. Can I teach you?"

"No need, my friend will teach me." Ye Qingrou looked around, not knowing where Ina had gone.

She was about to look for someone, but she heard, "I used to bring my daughter skiing here all the time, but after she passed away, there's no chance anymore."

"Just now, I saw you skiing clumsily, and you looked a lot like my daughter, so I asked..."

The man's hoarse voice seemed to be filled with sadness.

Ye Qingrou paused. Her father's death anniversary was in a few days, and she understood the sadness of missing a loved one.

"Forget it. My daughter won't come back."

The man was about to leave with his snowball stick, his back full of sadness.

"Teach me." Ye Qingrou said.

"it is good."

The man half-knelt down, helped her check the snowboard, and patiently instructed her: "The most important thing about skiing is learning to control speed and direction..."

Compared to Ina, he was more skilled, and every word he said hit the nail on the head. Ye Qingrou was guided by him step by step, and she quickly learned how to half-squat on the snowboard to maintain balance.

She was pleasantly surprised to have successfully slid for a while, but once the speed increased, people would instinctively feel fear and then fall.

Several times, when she was about to fall, a pair of hands held her up steadily from behind.

"Don't be afraid. I'm always here. You have to overcome this fear. I won't let anything happen to you."

The man's voice was hoarse but steady, whispering gently in her ear, giving her a complete sense of security.

Ye Qingrou took a deep breath and slid down the snow slope with her ski pole.

Behind me came the man's gentle and patient admonition: "Don't look too closely, otherwise it will magnify your perception of speed. Try to look straight ahead." He really sounded like an old father caring for his loving daughter.

Ye Qingrou did as he said and looked towards the lush forest at the foot of the snow-capped mountain.

There was a whistling sound in my ears, and I felt like I was flying.

I feel refreshed and comfortable all over!

When she stopped and looked back, she found that she had actually slid down the slope successfully!

On the hillside, the tall figure in black was waving at her and giving her a thumbs-up in praise.

Ye Qingrou smiled and waved at him. The feeling of joy and accomplishment was indescribable.

I tried sliding back and forth a few more times and it was successful every time.

She said happily: "Thanks to you, how can I express my gratitude?"

The man seemed to think seriously for two seconds: "How about you call me... Dad?"

"..."

Ye Qingrou was both amused and angry.

Suddenly, a voice of "Be careful" came from the hillside!

Ye Qingrou looked up and her heart began to beat wildly.

A huge black snowmobile unexpectedly drove down the snow slope out of control and headed straight for her!

The blood in her body seemed to freeze, and before she could react, her arm was suddenly pulled by a strong force!

Her body crashed into a broad and solid chest, and then the world spun around. The man holding her was knocked to the ground by the snowmobile, rolled several times, and fell heavily at the bottom of the snow slope.

"boom!"

The motorcycle also overturned beside it.

Ye Qingrou's mind went blank, and her heart was pounding with fear...

A hoarse voice came: "Are you hurt?"

Ye Qingrou finally came back to her senses. She was tightly held in the man's arms. Even when she fell down suddenly just now, he protected her waist with one hand and the back of her head with the other hand.

So, she wasn't hurt at all.

As for him, his leg was hit hard by the motorcycle when he hugged her just now, and he must have been seriously injured.

What made him resist his own survival instinct and protect her instead?

"Why aren't you talking?" The man's voice was a little anxious. "Are you hurt?"

Suddenly, he pulled off the purple mask from her face.

Revealing a small, pure white face, thin petal-shaped lips, a pair of beautiful eyes that were watery and bright, and eyebrows that were gentle and elegant...

The man was clearly wearing black goggles, but Ye Qingrou could feel that his eyes suddenly became hot.

It seemed to penetrate the lens and burn her face.

Suddenly, he rolled over to the side, gently pressed on half of her body, and lowered his head to get closer to her.

She opened her eyes wide in surprise, almost thinking that he was going to kiss her...

He simply placed his forehead against hers very gently and rubbed it lightly.

"really miss you."

His voice was deep next to her ear, with a hint of sob.

For a moment, Ye Qingrou felt an inexplicable pain in her heart.

She subconsciously raised her hand to pull off his mask, but the man raised his head and dodged, moving away from her and struggling to stand up.

"Sorry, don't get me wrong, I was just thinking about my daughter."

"I want to see your face."

"I have an ugly scar on my face, and I don't want to scare you. You wouldn't like to see my face like this."

Ye Qingrou stood up, and the man suddenly reached out and gently helped her pull up the mask: "With such a beautiful face, you must wear the mask properly and don't let the cold wind blow on you."

Ye Qingrou stared straight into his dark goggles, "Are you seriously injured?"

"It's okay, just a minor injury."

"I'm sorry, are you guys okay?"

The driver of the overturned snowmobile next to him climbed up and apologized profusely, "We were careless too. We misread the route and couldn't stop when we drove down. Are you seriously injured?"

Under the mask, Pei Muchuan had a gloomy face and blurted out the word "get out". He glanced at Ye Qingrou out of the corner of his eye and slid back to his knees.

He approached the man and said in a low voice, "If you drive recklessly next time, even if Yama doesn't take you, I will."

Then he carried his skis and walked down the slope.

Ye Qingrou stood there, leaning on her ski poles, staring blankly at the tall, limping figure...

"Pei Muchuan!"