Passionate Devotion

Chapter 877

Yan Wanwan stood under the snow, and there was a street lamp outside the house that was not bright and glowing with warm yellow, which made people feel inexplicably warm. She turned her head to look at the man beside her.

The wind outside the house was very strong, and the wind messed up his hair. Xu Yin put one hand in the pocket of the windbreaker and lit the cigarette with the other. The flames of the cigarette butts were visible, looking at his side from her direction. Face, she was reluctant to look away.

In the beautiful snow-capped mountains, she walked over, bound his waist with bold hands, leaned her head cautiously in his arms, and hugged her tightly. I really hope that time will be fixed here, for a lifetime, okay?

Xu Yin lowered her head, subconsciously moved her big palm on her back, frowning: "Does it feel cold?"

"A little."

She was temporarily pulled from home by him. She stayed at home and didn’t wear much clothes. In fact, she couldn’t bear to come to the cold snow mountain, but her heart was warm all afternoon, so even if the cold wind blows, it’s cold. People trembled all over and didn't feel unbearable.

A touch of distress flashed in the light of Xu Yin's eyes, unfolding her coat and wrapping her.

Feeling her breath tightly buried in her, there is a sensation called electric shock, spreading from the surface of the skin to the flesh, blood flowing through the body, and finally across the heart, Xu Yin felt that she was enjoying it.

He took another cigarette and threw the remaining half of the cigarette on the ground, gently pressing her hair with the palm of his other hand.

Her hair is very smooth, black and straight, which is his favorite, but he rarely touches, because she rarely sticks to herself so dependently. Normally, only when she sleeps at night, he will open one. A small lamp turned around and wrapped her hair and played with her fingers. A person stared at her sleeping face in the dark, tickling with hatred, and a sharp pain in his heart.

Thinking back now, it was really self-inflicted and couldn't live. She did it hard, but she didn't know how much she wanted to be close to herself.

Speaking of which, until now Xu Yin felt that the diary he saw was just like a dream, a beautiful dream.

Think about those words, my heart, and a touch of heartbeat.

"Go in, beware of colds."

"Well, I don't want to catch a cold either. I used to catch a cold here. After that time, I got a very high fever and my whole body burned very confused. I was hospitalized for many days."

Xu Yin felt panicked in his heart, Yinya Huohuo: "You ran to Yin Zhan's villa, and you deserve a cold!"

"I followed the teacher to sketch from life. You know that the teacher is Yin Zhan's grandmother. The teacher left beforehand because of a family. I stayed here by myself. I was freezing very badly. Later..." Yan politely opened his lips. I didn't say anything, but to say it was looking for abuse.

Xu Yin didn’t want to listen either. He entered the house with her arms around her, but because the window was smashed by him in the afternoon, the north wind blew in from the window. It was a little scary in the dark night, and Xu Yin moved a chair. Block the air vent, but the effect is not great, and you can still hear the very loud wind.

Xu Yin: "Go upstairs. The room is warmer. It seems we can only stay here for one night tonight."

Yan Wanwan nodded. There is no TV, no internet, no other entertainment activities. At such a late hour, it seems that there is nothing to do except sleep.

Upstairs, there is only one bedroom and one study room. Even if Xu Yin misses someone's bedroom, he can only stay overnight.

(End of this chapter)